LOL!!
I'll tell mine....
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Dan Murphy's Christmas party. It was glo who spiked the punch with too much eggnog. I can't help it if I drank 7 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like funk.
I thought it was funny when I put Barry Hom's skirt on my head and danced the twist on the desk while singing `Do They Know its Christmas?'. I didn't mean to break Dan Murphy's cell phone and don't know why Dan Murphy would sue me for theft.
I don't remember calling PatrickIL's wife a dark cow---even though she looked like one with yellow eye shadow and blue lipstick!
And when I threw up on WebmasterCathyCanada's husband's hand, it was only because I ate too much of that sandwich.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Honda through my neighbor's bedroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a fowl cat and have me arrested for murder!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all low and flat. And I'm really not to blame for any of this oval stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and happily yours,
Robin (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 3 bucks!