stamps, schmamps...

I have to confess something to you all. I feel that our relationship as blogger and bloggee can really go no further until I get this out in the open. You see a relationship built upon trust can not be fully realized if one party is not completely open and honest. So for that reason I implore you all to have open hearts and minds and try to understand...








My name is Cha, and I collect gift cards.

There I said it. I feel so much better! It's like a great weight has finally been lifted from my shoulders and the chains which have bound me have been cut!

I am not a collector of just any gift card, mind you. Oh no! I shall not stoop so low as to collect cards so common as a Barney's or Dillard's gift card. I only collect the Toyota of gift cards, the symbol of American ingenuity and capitalism. And cheap goods.

The coveted and rare Wal-mart Gift Card is my junk of choice. I even purchased a small book made to hold business cards to store them in. They fit well in the sheet pockets and look so nice all lined up in rows. Almost, dare I say it? Pretty ")

Um, excuse me, you in the front? Yes, you. Shut up. I don't need you reminding me of my sickness. Yes, I know you're right something should be done.

Can I finish? Thanks.

Every time I enter those hallowed halls of the Low Price Leader©, I immediately head to the kiosk of the cards. I won't always find new and interesting ones, but were I to skip a look I feel certain a great evil would be visited upon the world. Something like the progeny of Bush and Cheney being let out of the White House basement to wreck havoc upon the Democrats.

Oh. Wait.

Rove was seen outside just the other day. So much for my saving the world a terrible fate.

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