eCard? or Paper Card? That Is The Question!

It’s late and you suddenly remember it’s your friends’ Birthday and you have to send her a card – but it needs to get in the mail that night if it’s going to make it in time. So you hop in the car and release a bunch of fossil fuel emissions on the way to the mall. Of course when you get to the mall, the parking lot is packed and you’re forced to park in some way off corner, which wouldn’t be so bad but it’s raining and in your haste you forgot to grab an umbrella. You do the sprint across the parking lot, leaping over puddles like a long jumper, until you realize that running in heels on wet pavement isn’t such a smart idea and you pull a groin.

Limping through the doors you catch someone’s reflection in the glass and wonder what idiot goes to the mall in a green ripped sweatshirt with a massive coffee stain on the front, a purple bandana in her hair, heels and mascara that clearly is not as waterproof as advertised. You lean in for a closer look and suddenly you realize the idiot is you! Damn those strict store closing hours!

You take a quick peek at your watch. It’s ticking faster than your heart. If she thinks you forgot her Birthday again, there’ll be hell to pay. Sure she’s a sweet friend but she can bring the bitch out when has to. You race into the store (well as fast as a girl can race in heels and a pulled groin) and hit the card section. Such a selection! You pick up a card and read. You yawn and put it back. So much pastel. So many flowers. So many puppies with flowers. You bring up a little in your mouth. The sentiment is all just too overwhelming. The teenage salesclerk gives you that “would you just pick frickin’ card cause it’s almost closing time” look, eyes your glamorous outfit, then turns her back and snickers. Feeling somewhat guilty on all counts, you grab the card with the rainbow sparkly glitter and head to the check-out, your hand absentmindedly picking up the Jumbo-sized chocolate bar from the floor display.

Back safely in the car without incurring any further mishaps, you dig in your purse for a pen. A pen that works that is. You know it’s in there somewhere…you just need to dig…a…little…deeper. Ah! There it is! You place the card on the steering wheel and make your most valiant attempt at a witty comment. Five minutes and half a chocolate bar later, you realize you suck at being witty and just write the same old uninspired garbage you always do. Oh well, she’ll understand right? Isn’t it the thought that counts?

Just as you start feeling good about yourself again, (flicking the now empty chocolate bar wrapper on the floor and out of sight) you realize in your mad dash that you forgot to buy a stamp. You seriously want to cry because your groin is throbbing and now the mall is closed. You’re doomed. You’re quite possibly the worst friend in the world!

But wait! All is not lost! Pick up that chin girl and wipe away those tears! Send her an eCard instead! Better yet, send her a Viva Vogue Experience! Sassy, smart and sexy – and we take care of the witty comments for you – so know one will ever have to know you’re really not that funny.

A few clicks on the computer and it’s done…that’s it. Before you even have a chance to wipe the chocolate drip from the corner of your mouth, there’s a Viva Vogue Experience in her Inbox just waiting to dazzle her. And that my dear, makes you the best friend ever!