I have an issue with thank you cards. I think they are ridiculous, a waste of my time, and an antiquated custom that is long overdue to be updated for the 21st Century.
Actually, I’ve hated them since last century since I absolutely refused to write them after my Bat Mitzvah. My mother, who is deathly afraid of upsetting social conventions, forged my handwriting and sent them in my name.
Friday, September 2, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
After our other guests left, we had two days alone with my BFF before she had to return to her family in Canada. We decided that one one of those days we would go visit the Cliffs of Moher, which is one of the top three destinations in all of Ireland and supposedly one of the Seven Wonders of the Natural World.
We had agreed to go whichever day seemed like it would have better weather, but instead when Monday rolled around we just piled into the car. It was a pretty average Irish summer day, overcast with intermittent showers, and we didn't really think Tuesday would be any different. Better to just get it out of the way and mark it off the tourist checklist.