No, Mom, I didn't write my thank you cards, yet. It wasn't my idea to invite so many people to my graduation party. Okay, it kind of was. But how was I supposed to know that almost all of them would bring gifts? No, I won't forget grandma and Aunt Bernice and Uncle Carter. There are just so many. When do I have the time? I do have a job, you know. Part time is still a job.
What do you mean your laptop? Why can't I use mine? Okay, okay. What are these? Bulk thank you cards? Oh, that sounds really personal. Wait, go back. I saw one that didn't look too bad. The purple one, right there. Can I change the message? It doesn't sound like me. There, that's better. How many do they consider "bulk"? One hundred? I have to address one hundred thank you cards? All right, just to be on the safe side.
So, what am I supposed to do when they get here? I know! I'll use that label printing software. I can type them and – By hand? What for? Aren't labels polite enough?
I'm not asking Barb anything. She borrowed my blue sweater and spilled hot chocolate all over it. I don't care if she is my sister. You mean she could address the thank you notes? Yeah, like she's really going to do that. To make up for the sweater thing? Hmm, if I put it like that…
Hey, Barb come here a second!