May peace break into your house and may thieves come to steal your debts.
May the pockets of your jeans become a magnet for $100 bills.
May love stick to your face like Vaseline and may laughter assault your lips!
May your clothes smell of success like smoking tires and may happiness slap you across the face and may your tears be that of joy.
May the problems you had, forget your home address!
May 2007 be the best year of your life!
My auntie sent this sentiment to me via e-mail. It's too bad that success has to smell like smoking tires, but I sure could go for some money-attracting jeans! Could they make me look thinner also?