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Mad Libs

by Karen Chee

Dear Paul,

You keep asking me to do mad libs together because that would be “romantic,” so I wrote you one for our [number of years we’ve been married] anniversary:

I’ve been cheating on you with [article] mailman. His name is Mark. He is stronger than you. He is smarter than you. He gives me the world and also the mail. He is [synonym for “really attractive”].

Mark proposed to me last week, [linking word] I said yes. I have printed and stapled our divorce papers to this card. Please sign them.

I have fallen [opposite of “in”] of love with you. You keep doing awful things, like bringing me breakfast when I’m still lying in bed. That’s dangerous; I could choke and [example of tragic death]. And why do you insist on eating dinner with candles when electricity exists? It’s like you want my eyesight to worsen, you [insulting name].

Also attached is the eight thousand dollar diamond necklace you bought me. Is that all you take me for – something to look at? Mark gave me a [large chain discount store] giftcard last week. He believes in my freedom to choose.

You don’t care about me. That’s fine. I care about [name of our gorgeous mailman whose strong arms embrace me every morning and whose soft lips passionately kiss mine as his silky, golden hair brushes my forehead] now.

I [hate] you.
 
Sincerely,
Stacy

Karen Chee is a writer/performer who often finds herself sitting in small cardboard boxes. She usually knows how she got there. Twitter: @karencheee.