My high school English teacher told the class that if we looked up the word 'glib' in the dictionary, there would be a picture of me.

She was right!

I think I felt insulted.

I'm sure Jen's high school English teacher said something similar about her.

And if not, she should have.

What does this have to do with angry parents or a new card? 

Obviously, my glibness was not celebrated at home. In fact, it was frowned upon — can you believe it?! 

And Jen's reckless behavior?? You'll have to ask her about that... I mean, pregnant at 19?! What was she THINKING?! (Wait, that was me?? We need to hire a fact checker.)

For Immediate Release: In an attempt to build the Zeichen Press Fan Base, Jen Shea and Fran Shea will appear on a local cable-access show locked in a cell and covered in Fancy Feast™. 1,000 cats will be released into the cell through a small hatch. Fran and Jen will sing a medley of famous duets, including Islands In the Stream, Endless Love, and You Don't Bring Me Flowers.

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Why hide your abnormality under a dingy flannel sack? Love suffers enough in this disposable culture and I will not be a lemming — I will stand up for the odd, the fractured, the misfit, the offbeat, the freaks. I will stand up and say, I embrace the grotesque!

As long as they don't smell like urine.

I can handle just about any disfigurement — emotional or physical — that sits next to me on the bus, but my achilles heel in my mad-dash for sainthood, is my keen sense of smell.

Damn my olfactory perception.

I don't think John Merrick

smelled like urine, so we would probably have been great friends. 

I made two new cards that celebrate this subject. Feel free to give them to the person in your life that needs to know they're special.

If you have someone in your life that smells like urine, they would probably appreciate this card very much.

Congratulations, future St. Blankblank.