Given my recent laxity in posting, what power on Earth could make me post twice in one day?
A GROCERS' APOSTROPHE, that's what. ON MY CHRISTMAS CARDS. The ones I was planning to send out TOMORROW.
Misplaced apostrophes make Mommy angry.
Bad Target photo people. Bad, bad, bad. If I had a ruler, I would smack you with it.
Now my poor husband is driving back there in the dark, in the snow, to argue grammar with a highschooler getting paid ten bucks an hour. I wish him luck, given the girl I just spoke with on the phone about the problem was about as educated as a box of rocks.
I guess you get what you pay for. Next year, I am totally making the cards myself by hand for eleventy billion cents a piece with scrapbooking crap from Archiver's.