Sometimes when we’re bored, Sara and I write up greeting cards. Honest greeting cards.
“Thanks for a great night! – now we both have herpes!”
“I’m sorry for the loss of your spouse.. – are you seeing anyone?”
We have a notebook we’ve started writing them in and I’d like to think that someday we will become Etsy millionaires because of it. I’m pretty sure the hate mail would be far more voluminous than the cash flow. Maybe I need to rethink this one.