Was it at least a calendar with some ooomph? Or one of those little 3x5" with no pictures? Our insurance man always sends us one of those every year; he also sends a bithday card which I find very touching as sometimes it's the only one I get.
A true story about calendars:
In college, I had a friend in the theatre department who was a beautiful, sweet, bright girl with a great voice. Unfortunately she weighed about 250 pounds, which might have been ok if she was 6"4" but she was only 5 feet tall. A few years after graduation I went back for a reunion and a bunch of us stayed in the dorm. After a few drinks, my roommate said, "I saw Mary G. the other day," and began giggling. She went to her overnight bag and pulled out a calendar and there, gracing the month of February was Mary G., fetchingly arranged, au naturelle, on a bearskin rug, all 250 pounds of her, except now it looked to be maybe 300. We all agreed that she was still very pretty and how nice it was that she had gotten into modeling. We were very polite and kind.
I forget the name of the calendar--Mary was not the largest, but really, she was one of the loveliest; she had beautiful skin. And I hope she's continued to do well. |
