I have been a good Girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Christi's Christmas party. It was Shannon who spiked the punch with too much Midori Sour. I can't help it if I drank 5 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like jasmine.
I thought it was funny when I put Penny's sweater on my head and danced the quick-step on the computer desk while singing `The Lion Sleeps Tonight'. I didn't mean to break Christi's DVR and don't know why Christi would sue me for embezzlement.
I don't remember calling Chris's wife a silly chicken---even though she looked like one with peacock blue eye shadow and scarlet lipstick!
And when I threw up on Christi's husband's elbow, it was only because I ate too much of that tostada.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Geo Storm through my neighbor's laundry room. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a huge capybara and have me arrested for shoplifting!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all dark and hairy. And I'm really not to blame for any of this fluffy stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and passionately yours,
Barbara (Really a nice Girl!) P.S. It's only 5 bucks!