Dearest Mr Clark...
This is a letter of apology from me to you...
The apology is in regard to your "choneys" as you call them...
Remember how your mother bought you some fancy new undergarments for your birthday and then the same week we, together, bought some for you as well...you remember...the sale at the Mervyns?...
Do you also remember the conversation that we had shortly after about my throwing your old "choneys" away due to some...how should i put this...some hole-age around the busy part of the choney...
You asked me...actually...you told me NOT to throw them away.
I even think you referred to the holey pairs as your favorite.
Ooops.
My Dear Mr Clark...I must confess...
Shortly after our conversation (which did not go as I had planned) I made the executive decision to put the "luck choneys" to rest.
In the garbage.
I hope you can forgive me for not following your specific choney order in keeping the lucky ones around for...well...I suppose for luck...but I could not bare to place holey knickers in our closet one more time.
Did I mention that my apology is two part...to make up for the trashed choneys...I am treating to a triple scoop at Baskin Robbins tonight.
Love your Dearest Rebecca
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3 comments:
HA HA HA.... he doesnt need holey choneys any more... he has you has is lucky something.... someone! :)
bahahahahhahahhaha thats so funny!!!! your so sweet in how you said sorry how can he possibly get mad!! hey maybe thats how i should tell chad about the things that disapear in his closet too he he
LOLOLOLOL!!! I have a new favorite saying: HOLY CHONEYS!!
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