I have received two copies of Hallmark Magazine. Can you imagine anything more horrifying than getting a magazine that’s published by a greeting card company? I don’t even know how I got on their list or if this is someone’s idea of a gift…too bad I don’t know who to blame.
I just fired off an email to their customer service account telling them to fuck off…although it came out in email as much nicer, yet firm.
Speaking of crap I don’t like but still have to put up with…a woman pulled into the driveway today. She got out of her van and was wearing a pink blazer. WTF? You know I promptly sat my butt back down and continued working on my school project. She couldn’t seem to find the doorbell (which is, oddly enough, right next to the door) and so she knocked. Then she knocked some more. Then she finally took her little notebook and pink blazer and got the heck off my property. She was probably attempting to sell me makeup or a subscription to Hallmark magazine. When, oh when, will the word get out that we are the people you don’t want to engage and to just keep driving?
I didn’t know Hallmark even had a magazine.
I hate when people come to our door too. It hasn’t happened in a long time. The worst in my opinion is the guys who come around in a truck and try to sell meat. Gag me. I wouldn’t want to buy meat out of some random truck.
I’m with you, meat out of a truck is kind of freaky and gross. Last week a guy stopped by and wanted to know if we’d like to have our driveway paved. The better-half said, No we like the gravel. Hours passed and the guy stopped again. He had forgotten that he’d already stopped and talked to us. I think if you aren’t that bright you shouldn’t be paving my driveway.
We had a driveway guy once too. For grins, we had him write up a quote and it was several thousands of dollars. Gravel looks pretty darn good after that.
Happy Easter!