When did Pinocchio know he was really a "real boy"? When he first woke up? When he stubbed his toe and howled? When he got a credit card?
I received three pieces of mail addressed to me today.
One was an invitation to join the auto club. Particularly interesting since "I" don't have a driver's license in my own name.
One was an invitation to get an American Express Gold Card:
"Dear Ms. (my girl name),
Congratulations are in order. You've earned an important distinction -- a Card that reflects your achievements and complements your life. A Card designed to reward you and bring you the extra service and privileges you require. . . "
And the third was an offer from Victoria's Secret - an ad for push up bras:
"The push-up: we love the oomph and shaping, the pretty details.
And, of course, how hearts flutter when we wear one."
According to the offer, if I come in between July 21st and August 17th, I can select a free panty ("no purchase necessary") and get $10 off my purchase.
Am I a real girl now?
