When You Care Enough To Send The Very Most Inappropriate.

This post is sponsored by Shoebox, whose inappropriateness is only matched by my own. So naturally I approve this message.

I have a talent for inappropriateness. I don’t do it on purpose, it’s just my wonky way of relating to people. It’s almost like an accidental test. I say something inappropriate to someone I don’t (or barely) know and if they giggle or at least smirk, I know they’re my people. If they look at me like they’re confused or like they just sucked on a lemon, well, I know they’re probably not.

Let me tell you who’s generally not up for inappropriate talk – medical folks. We’ve been through a lot with our kids over the last few years and I can’t tell you how many times I’ve jokingly remarked to nurses and/or doctors that they might want to get mommy a xanax – and not one of them has ever laughed. Not one. My husband can’t understand why I continue to make those remarks when I know by now they will not land well. I cannot help myself. I really can’t. I’m me and me is inappropriate.

Me also likes wine.

So you can imagine how I generally feel when I’m trying to buy cards for people (because as a lover of the written word, I’m very into both sending and receiving an actual piece of mail – not an email – for special (and even no) occasions. In fact, I avoid everything sappy and walk straight to the Shoebox section. Then I usually buy everything that makes me laugh. That way, I have a storehouse in my desk drawer when I want to send a snortle someone’s way. Yes, I made that word up.

Here are some of the ones I have in reserve for just the right occasion.

And even though I’m ruining this for a few friends by showing you these, here are a few more.

I just love Shoebox because they’re edgy, irreverent, hilarious and inappropriate – just like me. They’re also “Hallmark approved, sorta.” Way to be scrappy and rebellious, Shoebox. Mama approves.

This is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of Shoebox.