I feel like this entry needs a disclaimer. I don’t expect that this particular episode of Voodootime is going to be a particularly spectacular one. Seeing as I have only posted once in the last three weeks, I fear my brain has somewhat atrophied. These first weeks of wedded life has proven a bit busier than I had expected. First of all, I can barely even reach my computer at home because our apartment is filled with stuff. One really neat thing about getting married is that you get a lot of stuff. One really frustrating thing about getting married is that you get a lot of stuff. It’s great stuff (some of which was furnished by people – my family – who read this site), but so far it’s been tough to find a home in our home for all this stuff. It’ll work out eventually.
Getting stuff requires paperwork as well – in the form of Thank-You cards. A lot of people gave us stuff. A lot of Thank-You cards need to be written – by hand, with a pen and all. My hand cramps in anticipation. Once that starts (probably this weekend), it is going to be difficult to find time to do any writing elsewhere. I’ve been saving my creative energy in hopes that I might be able to come up with 200 variations on this theme:
“Dear _______________,
“Thank you (so much/very much/from the bottom of my heart) for the (wonderful/beautiful/great/loud/heavy/large/useful) ____________________. We are so (happy/honored/touched/relieved) that you thought of us with such a (generous/thoughtful/unexpected/eclectic) gift. We cannot wait to use the _______________ the next time we _______________________!
“(Sincerely/Warm Regards/Yours/Thankfully),
Us”
Anyway, once I have time to think of funny stuff to write about, I’ll be back. In the meantime, if you miss me, feel free to stop by for dinner on the new china.
Bye for now.
“Dear Mike,
“Thank you from the bottom of my heart for the large Buttplug. We are so touched that you thought of us with such a unexpected gift. We cannot wait to use the Buttplug the next time we have wild m0nk3y s3x!
“Warm Regards,
Us”
God I crack myself up
OK, J. That’s one less card to write. Remind me to cross Skoog’s name off the Christmas card list, too. ~snickers~ ;þ