Drowning in emails

It’s 2016, so my average day includes work, parenting, husbanding and the normal functions of life.  Oh and deleting seventy-six emails a day.  “Why don’t you unsubscribe?”  Because my eyesight is bad and my phone isn’t one of those tablet sizes.  Here’s my favorite ones from this week.

Sears/Craftsman rewards update.  I bought a new fridge and these sons of bitches email me like I need a new refrigerator every six and a half days.  If my fridge dies before it’s paid off, I’m shoving it up the salesman’s ass that sold it to me.

Fantasy Football.  Yahoo fantasy football sends me a weekly recap, which goes like this.  “Your team really underachieved this week!”  How about your projections are dog poo, yahoo.  Thanks for the email also, I didn’t notice how the last place team overshot his score by 40% when he played me.

Joke reminders.  I sometimes email myself joke ideas.  I have deleted about 90% of them because I read it and think, “That’s why you’re not in improv.”

Columbia House.  I joined to get free crap and for the last ten years, haven’t bought one other item.  Not one.  You can only unjoin if you call during business hours, which I have not remembered once in a decade to do.  I have however denied 47 romcoms since 2006.  Sorry Kate Hudson, not feeling it this decade.