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that thing with the mail...

Cami Kaos

22 Aug 2007 — 1 min read

Not too long ago I did that thing where I sent out postcards. Remember that? Yeah it was a lot of fun. So much fun that when my cousin decided to come to Portland for a little end of summer visit she thought she would do it too.

We plotted. We schemed and decided it would be best to drink a few margaritas and THEN write the postcards.

But not enough people asked her for them... for my taste. If I'm going to get loopy and write stuff I want to form an assembly line of semi sober writing and hilarity.

Sooo... Do any of you want a Drunken Portland Postcard from the fab pair of Mielikki & CamiKaos?Sign on up here. You have until Friday at 8am. If I have your address from my previous postcard party then just leave a comment. If I don't have your address please comment and then send me an e-mail with your mailing address to mommifiedme at gmail dot com.Woo hoo.

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FAVOR???

And I need to ask a favor... I am having trouble with blogger right now so if you pop by and read this, even if you don't want a post card, even if you have NOTHING to say can you just leave a dot or some form of comment so I can tell if anyone is actually able to access my page.... I am getting so frustrated.

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