Back in February, Jake bestowed on me surprising power. He gave me a book of hand written coupons for everything from take out at our favorite local place to "just the two of us time." I think he underestimated how much I would love coupons for foot rubs (my feet have been extra moisturized the last few days from a foot rub on Tuesday night). Is there anything better than a foot rub?
The only catch was that they "can be rejected for bad attitude, ageism, racism, sickness and/or other reasons without explanation." Despite that broad fine print, I have yet to have a coupon rejected. I guess I've been keeping my ageism in line. Phew.
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