If You Never Hear From Me Again, You’ll Know Why
March 17, 2006
I got this in the mail yesterday:
Prompting the following conversation with my husband.
“Who sent you this package? How do you know you can trust her?”
“Oh, I am sure she has been pretending to be my friend for years, just plotting for a time when she could bake batches of poisonous cookies and mail them to me. Her blog, her family, her entire online personality has all been a rouse which she hid behind so that one day she could kill us all.”
“It could happen.”
“You didn’t feel that way about the huge stack of books I got two weeks ago from Miss Peach. There could be anthrax or something similar lurking between the pages slowly poisoning us all.”
“Well, that seems unlikely…”
“Just to be safe you had better not eat any of the cookies or read any of the books.”
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