....is something I've heard a lot in my life. I'm not gloating. It's like one of only 3 talents I possess and what is it earning me? Notawholelotta. It's okay. I enjoy it anyway. Although I can only imagine what the credit card company thinks when they receive my payment in it's beautifully scripted envelope. If a human ever even sees it. I keep saying my dream job would be to write pretty for a living, but how exactly does one get that gig in this day and age when it's kosher now to [eep!] address your wedding invites with peel-and-stick computer labels. And even if you wanted 'em scripted, there's software that duplicates an individuals' handwriting and turns it into a font with much more efficiency then the carpal tunnel route I like to take. So much for marketable skills. So here's to the fun of it. Here's to all those hours spent in church or class scrawling on an offering envelope, my hand, my neighbor. Here's to all the Sharpie tattoos I've given over the years. Here's to the late nights with my cousins creating pirate fonts and recreating the high school musical logo in 3' x 6' dimensions! Oy. :)
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