In real life, I don't send cards even when my mom begs me to.
In my dream last night, I complained to Scott, “I send greeting cards to my friends all the time, and no one ever sends me any. That’s it. I’m not sending Jen my usual card for when it’s time to color her hair.”
Can you imagine such a card? I’m not sure whether it’s a reminder (“A little bird flying overhead told me it’s touch-up time!”) or congratulatory (“Hooray! You’re not letting yourself go!”). I think I need to come up with more cards like this. I could start a line! My mom would buy them all.
My calendar says it’s time for someone's pap smear!
Saying “Those frames aren’t doing a thing for your face” is my way of saying I care.
Congratulations on paying your bills on time (I hope)!
Flossing yet?
Come on, give me more. Together we can start a passive-aggressive greeting-card empire.










November 1, 2006
Reader Comments (82)
To a friend? How about "You haven't called since BAD MOOD DAY. Check box and return -- I'm sorry, it's all my fault."
Peeing is the body's way of ridding itself of toxins
and on the inside, it says:
so I guess I'm peeing you
bye bye peepee
Deepest sympathies on your pants.
When I think of friends, I often think of someone other than you first. Then you come right to mind!
A lawyer friend once had this tally on his whiteboard in his office: "Number of days without committing malpractice." Perhaps a line for professionals along these lines? ("Congratulations on three months incident-free!" or "I'm so glad they decided not to sue!")
I'm so sorry about your divorce. Do you have his number?
I'm so sorry about your divorce. Do you have his number?
Thinking of you on this 2nd Anniversary of our affair.
or, conversely:
Congratulations! The cold sore is clearing up!
(Actually said to me once...)
Congratulations!
(Inside)
You've been signed up for What Not to Wear! Stacy and Clinton are going to have a field day with those spike heels and short skirts you insist on wearing to work every day!
Love,
Your coworkers
Love,
All of us
OR
On the front: Congrats on your pregnancy
On the inside: Whoops! I mean beer gut.
Inside: Hopefully love really IS all you need.
Awful. Just awful, I know.
Best wishes for a speedy recovery from your boob job.
Congratulations on your well-defined camel toe! This flip-flop should just about work. Here's to a new pair of low-rise jeans that fit!
Gross, but it could be really helpful in society if you asked me...
Inside: Rather, it's just that they don't like talking to you.
Inside: It's time to buy new underwear.