Short and Sweet(?)

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flair for the dramatic, mildly amusing (to me), Old Crap, Old Letters, The Mercers, Thoughts from places: ye olden days

Today I bring you another Mercer letter. This one is dated September 12, 1928. It’s addressed to Mr. J.J. Mercer and was sent from Red Oak, Iowa.

If read as a completely serious letter, it’s very cold and odd but I very much doubt that it’s meant to be taken that way. Instead, it’s a cutely written card. I hope.

Take a look:

 

Dear Mr. Mercer

at the sixth annual Mercer reunion it was unanimously voted to extend to you our heartiest and best wishes, and hopes for a speedy recovery of health.

Resolution Committee

There is literally no point to this post. Life really is too short to bother reading it.

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comma abuse and likely filled with typos, it's like sears portrait studio up in here, stupidity, tales of a well-adjusted adult, this has nothing to do with therapy

A lot of my time at work is spent trying to find ways to keep myself from falling asleep. Don’t get me wrong, I like my job, but I work in a specialty store and hours can go by without a soul walking in the door. I bring along plenty to do but sometimes it just isn’t enough.

So I find myself sitting behind the counter, eyes tired from reading, hands cramped from knitting, and any actual work long since completed. But I still had four more hours before closing! What could I possibly do for all that time? What do my peers do when they’re bored?

Take pictures of themselves and post them online complaining about how bored they are.

Yep, that's a picture of my face. Don't I look like I'm having fun?

It’s seems like a silly idea, but actually…nope, nevermind. There was no way to justify my logic. Everyone does it, so naturally I should go jump off a bridge. Or something. But I can’t say I was seeing the appeal yet. Maybe I needed to try harder…

by doing over the top yet still half-hearted facial expressions to see if I could one day make it big as a stock photo model.

Okay, that took an even bigger leap in logic. But it was slightly more entertaining.

I call this one "Internet Narcissist"

If we don’t get lights on the house, how else will Jesus guide Santa to our home and give us free stuff for pretending to be nice?

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flair for the dramatic, I should pay someone to make up better titles., mildly amusing (to me), stupidity, victory thy name is me

I am finally free from the tyranny that was my Spanish II class. I don’t know why no one ever mentions this but learning another language is hard, y’all!

Folksy contractions aside, my new found spare time allows me to not only indulge in some holiday cheer but to catch up on other neglected aspects of my life. For the past however long, I have been justifying the laundry on the floor and the dishes piling up on the desk because I was too busy studying for my final. The fact that I found plenty of time to shop online for wigs and watch endless 30 Rock reruns is irrelevant.

But no more! I will pick up that laundry. I will wash those dishes. I will gut my closet and ditch everything I don’t need. I will reorganize my bookshelves. I will dust properly and not just swish around one of those swiffer things and call it good enough. I WILL SCRUB THE WALLS. (Is that something that adult humans even do? They don’t look like they need scrubbing, but I’m the slob that leaves dirty dishes around forever so I’m probably not the best judge.)

Anyway, that’s my next big adventure. But on the other hand, we don’t have any of our decorations up yet, and time is running out. Surely, that’s the bigger priority. I should probably work on that instead.

Those unfolded towels have been sitting there for ages, they can wait a little longer. Stop trying to ruin Christmas, you terrycloth Scrooges.