For those who are interested but don’t know the rules, here they are.
I thought I would share with you some of the cards I received for my birthday. Okay, so I only got a couple cards. I’ll share with you the comments from the mail I received on my birthday:
“Wow, you’re still alive? Good on ya!”—from Mary Anne, Mother’s best friend since 1954
“You sure look your age…I mean good for your age.”—Uncle John, whom I haven’t seen since I was three.
“I didn’t know you were that young.”—my little sister, Kimmie.
“Your credit score is 123, we can’t approve your application for a gas card at this time.”—Creditor #1
“Due to your failure to pay the last 4 statements, we are repossessing your car.”—Creditor #2, which was convenient since I was not approved for the gas card.
“As a registered voter in County X, you are hereby summoned for jury duty on XX/YY/ZZZZ.”—Jury Summons.
Jenny writes dark fiction that her mother hates. Her stories and essays have appeared in Across the Margin, Pantheon, Shimmer, Black Denim Lit, Skive, and others. When she’s not writing her own stuff, she’s reading mysteries for Criminal Element. When she’s not writing fiction or reviews, she’s writing/directing/performing/designing plays at Springs Ensemble Theatre.