My Dad, in his efforts to try to save me some money, found some old envelopes in a chest that had been thrown away on his street. When my sister came to visit last week, she brought them with her.
Today, I started putting the invitations for my birthday in the envelopes.
By third period, I couldn’t feel my tongue. My fingers were tingling, and my nose was twitching.
I was remembering The Invitations. Yeah, these invites are going out via email. Tacky, yes. But, at least no one will blame me for toxic envelopes.