We're all friends...Yea!

Clicking through my email today, I came upon one of the most dreaded forms of correspondence ever invented—the “let’s be friends/I’m so glad we’re friends” chain e-mail.

Seriously, this crap has got to stop. How many of you have that one friend that only sends you forwards, but never writes a line or two to say what they’re up to?

I know we’re friends. I don’t need Winnie the Pooh, or a bunch of creepy smiley face guys to tell me that.

My mom used to send me these kind of emails all the time, until I asked her in my ever-so-polite way to please stop the madness. Mom, I get it…we’re friends, you love me, you send angels to watch over me, and butterflies and rainbows. Lovely.

Now if only I could get her to stop sending me the “latest criminal scams” and “how to avoid being raped and murdered by the criminal element” e-mails.

Not that I don’t appreciate the gesture, but come on….I’m already moments away from the ever-threatened tin foil hat. I don’t need to be paranoid about getting HIV-infected needles stuck in my hand at gas pumps (true email from mom).