I think I have a problem. I was rootling through my box'o'stuff, looking for a birthday card for someone (because I am very organised and keep a stash on hand in case of emergencies. Aside from a mortal fear of appearing in public in unironed clothing, this is the only life lesson I have learned from my mother). And I discovered that I have no less than FOUR monkey cards to hand;
Is this normal, or do I need a twelve step program?
No comments:
Post a Comment