Dear Father Dick,I am sorry G-Man did not invite you to the B-W campus visit he scheduled for yesterday.
I encouraged him to.
Even if it was under my breath and out of hearing range.
I am going to take it upon myself to invite you to the football sports award banquet.
I am sure he wants you there...
He just does not want you there all high and smelling like weed and noticeably having the munchies.
I think he can handle the Crocodile Dundee/Little House Pa look.
Just as long as it is not combined with the red eyes, glazed over "I am so proud of you son, now where's the goddamn food" look....
Sincerely,
The (WTF was I thinking when I married you) Mom of our Kids
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Here's a suggestion...
Dear Father Dick,
If you want to come to the sports award banquet, the tickets are $3500. Please pay me directly for the ticket.
Sincerely,
G-Man's mother.
CatLady, I like the way you think:)
Mmm weed.
I mean, brownies! Mmmm brownies.
Ha!
I'm sensing a little anger here. Oh, and it's well deserved, too. ;)
Hi Quirky. Brownies...sure.
Mike, yeah, a little anger, and then a little more...but I'll get over it - I always do.
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