So I’ve told y’all about Donald, my handy-man. He has single handedly remodeled my house for me.
Donald was installing some light fixtures for me the other day, and he was telling me about how he had to go home and baby sit his aunt. Apparently she’s real old and doesn’t know what is going on very well anymore (Donald’s words were a little less PC).
Donald: “She’s a moron. Seriously, she doesn’t know what’s going on. And you have to get her a frosty every day.”
Me: “Really? Does she have a frosty card? How big does the frosty need to be?”
Donald: ” What’s a frosty card? She doesn’t care what size it is, you just have to get her one every single damn day.”
Me: “She totally needs a frosty card! You get a free frosty! Whenever! You don’t even have to buy anything!” (I picked my keys up to show him my frosty card)
Donald (with a suspicious look) “How much does that card cost?”
Me: “A dollar.”
Donald: “Can you buy one for someone else?”
Me: “Far as I know, it’s a fundraiser!”
Donald: “I’ll have to look into that.”
the thin line between optimism and delusion... 
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