North Pole, Earth
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Christi's Office party. It was Patricia who spiked the punch with too much Midori Sour. I can't help it if I drank 6 glasses. It was so
good---smelled and tasted just like cinnamon.
I thought it was funny when I put Melma's blouse on my head and danced the Macarena on the computer chair while singing `The Lion Sleeps Tonight'. I didn't mean to break Christi's scientific calculator and don't know why Christi would accuse me of breaking and entering.
I don't remember calling Caroll's wife a lovely cow---even though she looked like one with peacock blue eye shadow and scarlet lipstick!
And when I threw up on Dana's husband's arm, 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 Ford Mustang through my neighbor's kitchen. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a flabby guinea pig and have me arrested for identity theft! So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all rotund and purple. And I'm really not to blame for any of this active stuff. Please
bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and quickly yours,
Barbara (Really a nice girl!) P.S. It's only 5 bucks!</B>
Oh goodness! Caroll is my pastor and his wife is our Sunday School teacher! LOL