We worked on Christmas cards tonight. My job was to peel return labels, address labels, and stamps from their respective backings and affix them to the envelope in the appropriate place. I messed up a little bit and some are going to be delivered upside down. Please accept my humble apologies.
As the night wore on my hands started cramping from the work. I told Erin I was getting carpal-label-itis (should that be one or two "l's"?). She replied for me to stop whining that I was too young to have to worry about that.
This story was a lot funnier to me while I was sitting on the living room peeling labels. It seems to have lost something in translation to the written word. Please laugh now at my funny tale and witty mixture of the job I was performing with a real medical disorder.
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