Sometimes I really fear for the trees in this country. This usually happens when I open my mailbox and find it stuffed full of useless paper printed with messages I don't want to read. Charities, furniture stores and insurance companies seem determined to separate me from my money. But every once in a while something good slips through. Today, for instance, my favorite catalog arrived in the mail. I don't send them money either but I do enjoy reading their sweat shirt messages. Here are my favorites from this edition: "If you can't remember my name just say chocolate. I'll turn around." "Day 12 without chocolate. Lost hearing in my left eye." I sense a theme here. "When I was a kid I wanted to be older. This _____ was not what I expected." "Telling a woman to calm down works about as well as baptizing a cat." and my current favorite "You're never too old for nap time."
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