Why....
...Why does it take females (or most of them, if they're anything like me) days and days to pick out one single thing?
Something made of paper that will be looked at for a month, then tossed away and forgotten?
Why do cards always have to reflect exactly the personalities of those who we intend to receive them?
Why must I always be so incredibly hard to please, and so incredibly detailed?
And why, oh why, do I insist on getting the one thing I had pictured in my mind's eye, and nothing else?
I should know that the only way I'll get exactly what I'm searching for is to walk into a shop carrying items that are designed by none other than me, myself and I.
Oh, it's hard being a girl sometimes.
Or maybe it's just hard being.....well, me.
Something made of paper that will be looked at for a month, then tossed away and forgotten?
Why do cards always have to reflect exactly the personalities of those who we intend to receive them?
Why must I always be so incredibly hard to please, and so incredibly detailed?
And why, oh why, do I insist on getting the one thing I had pictured in my mind's eye, and nothing else?
I should know that the only way I'll get exactly what I'm searching for is to walk into a shop carrying items that are designed by none other than me, myself and I.
Oh, it's hard being a girl sometimes.
Or maybe it's just hard being.....well, me.
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Love, Mom :)