Last night I was looking at vintage valentines online and I could not stop myself from grabbling this one and giving it creepy new captions. Sorry! If you’re looking for the single girl valentines I did a few years back, you can see them here, and I also just dug up and uploaded a couple more that I did way back in 2002. As you can see, my Photoshop skills have not improved one bit over the years.
In other news, I did a Q & A with Anne over at Elastic Waist the other day, because they’re doing I’m Not the New Me for their book club. I’m so glad I got to do it, because back when the book came out I don’t think I quite knew how to talk about it yet, or say why I did certain things. Plus half the time I was being interviewed by people who’d barely had time to read the book, if they’d even gotten to read it at all. But Anne is super smart and she asked me supersmarty things that nobody ever thought to ask me before. Thank you, Elastic Waist ladies, for paying attention to a book that came out 27 years ago! In publishing world years, that is.
Happy Valentine’s Day to all you freaky foxes out there, and have fun. If all goes well tonight, we will be playing bingo. Not the hipster bar bingo, but bingo the way Bingo God intended, with old people in a big ugly room smelling of ink daubers and superstition. We can’t wait.
A joke:
Q: How do you get 100 elderly women to yell “Shit!” at the exact same time?
A: Get 1 elderly woman to yell “Bingo!”
Oh, real Bingo is the BEST! My now-husband and I took his elderly Italian grandmother to her Queens Church Basement bingo game about 7 years ago and he one on the very first bonus round and almost started a riot. All the old ladies were yelling “CHECK HIS ID, HE’S NOT 18!!!” (He was 22.) Hee. They also rang bells every time 66 was called, to ward off the devil. Amazing.
Ahhh Bingo, my old babysitter…when I was a wee lad, my mother would park me under the bingo table with some cheap toys while she and 100 other ladies played Bingo and smoked like crazy for hours…she wanted me to stay under the table because the air above it was too smokey…
lol that card is funny!
My elderly, alcoholic, dyslexic aunt, who can barely hold a regular conversation, is a freaking autistic whiz at bingo. I can’t keep up with her.
Also, the valentine above, and the other ones, are fantastic. If they were in actual, live greeting card or postcard form, I would buy them.