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Monday, April 19, 2010
Inspired by the quintessential wedding reading, this card may be suitable as an everyday card for a partner with a sense of humor or possibly for that special someone who's taking just a bit too long to propose. You'd have to be pretty ballsy to use these as wedding invites, but how *awesome* would that be?
Friday, April 9, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
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Friday, November 20, 2009
Would you believe that when we got married, I "demanded" that Carol have any and all Christmas decorations down by Dec. 26th? Daunted by the prospect of such a tight deadline, we spent the first three years together with only two stockings on the fireplace and a creepy looking nutcracker on the mantel. Not even a tree! It was heaven.
But in the fourth year, a gust of "Who-the-hell-are-you-to-be-harshing-my-Christmas-mellow?" blew into the house. And the tree went up. And the wreath went on the garage. And cinnamon scented pinecones went on the heater vents. And none of it came down until around New Year's.
I admit I appreciate it now with the kids. Thanks, dear.
But anyways, Mocha, with your $50 credit to the JunkMail Etsy Shop, you can get your Christmas cards, maybe some bulk packs as Christmas gifts and even a birthday card for your son. (Though you might not want him to "screw the happy", y'know?)
The rest of you, thanks for entering! Make sure you're a fan on Facebook and possibly you could win the same thing as Mocha, but only one card at a time.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
We're clearing out last year's designs and are offering this holiday pack of ten cards for $5.00! Yes, that's only .50 a card! I did the math myself! With a calculator! Shut up!
This generous set of 10 matching cards features the following HateMail favorites:
RESTRAINING ORDER BE DAMNED, I'LL SEE YOU AT CHRISTMAS
TIME TO GET OUT THE FAT PANTS
GIFTS ARE SO 1990
MISTLETOE, SCHMISTLETOE. I'VE GOT MACE
You'll pick your own combination of quotes to make up this fun set. If you have a favorite and would like the same quote on all cards, please let us know in the 'message to seller' when you check out.
If you'd like a larger number of cards, shoot a convo our way and we'll make it happen for you.
Awesome. I know.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
So, here's a little sneak peek at a couple new designs gracing the Etsy circuit right now:
We walk up behind this guy, his wife and their brood of three, as they're making their preparations to leave. Alcohol sanitizer up to the wrists and hands held up in front of their faces to let the goop dry.
"Don't touch anything!" he yells at the little one, who looks to be about 3ish and probably has a long history of touching (and eating) things he shouldn't. When the green arrow dings, the five board the elevator like a crack team of surgeons; scrubbed and waiting to be gloved.
The smell of the citrus and rubbing alcohol is strong in the elevator and I wonder if the guy is concerned about the superbug he's creating with his enthusiastic use of hand sanitizer.
I find the idea of a superbug a totally fascinating concept. It's like Darwinism at its finest. Only the strong survive, so eventually we're left with only the ultimate of the species.
Then a thought hits me. What if neurosis is the ultimate trait for humans? What if I'm sitting here mocking this guy's paranoia and *I* end up being the guy who gets knocked out by H1N1 on some random elevator button because I wasn't phobic enough? What if the ultimate specimens of our species, and therefore the only survivors, are knuckle-bumping sleeve-sneezers who use Clorox wipes for Kleenex?
But I've started washing my hands whenever I can. Just in case.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
My niece, who was 4 at the time, totally freaked. I was surprised since she was too young to be socially conditioned into thinking that sound was scary. Therefore there must be something inherently stamped into our wiring that tells us that stabbing violins are a scary sound.