What was I talking about? Oh, right. The note cards.
The other day the husband and I went to Starbucks. He parked and ran in while I sat in the car playing with the satellite radio. I like to let him get things for me from time to time, not because I think I'm a princess, but because I know he enjoys working his inner hunter and gatherer. Even if evolution has brought us to the point where the only thing he's hunting is a Pumpkin Spice Latte. As I was flipping through the stations, a dirty skank pulled into the parking spot next to us and parked thisclose to the drivers side of our car. I knew that when Jay came with our drinks, he was going to be forced to squeeze himself into our vehicle. So I got out my little envelope and found the appropriate card, which was this one:
When Jay returned, I took the drinks, handed him the card, and he slyly slid it under her windshield wiper. And then we drove away laughing. (This was probably the highlight of our day.)
The note cards can be bought at the Wry and Ginger Etsy shop (look under Laminated Mini Notes) and are only $7 for a pack of eight. Which, when you think about it, is a small price to pay for the life renewing feeling you get by calling someone a douche, a cock, or an asshat and then running away before they have a chance to retaliate. That, my friends, is priceless.