I bought three packs of Mary Engelbreit Christmas note cards at Michael's (in the inexpensive bins where they always have a lot of Mary Engelbreit cards, magnets and so on). I thought they'd work well as Christmas cards this year.
We wrote in them. We signed them. We put in photos. We addressed them and put return labels on them. We did everything except seal them.
Mr. Fixit was going to take them with him to work this morning and get them mailed. So just minutes before he left, Mama Squirrel started applying her furry little tongue to those envelopes. And it was then that she realized--not one of them had enough sticky on the flap to stay closed. These were dud envelopes. They had shuffled off their mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisible. (That's for the DHM.)
And Mama Squirrel didn't even have any pretty stickers, at least not that she could lay her paws on that quickly.
So if you get a card from the Treehouse, closed with Scotch tape...you know why.
And a very big HUMPH to whatever person (chuckling evilly) let those envelopes through.
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