Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Birthdays and cards

Today my beautiful daughter, Thing 2, is 14. And tomorrow, TheManTheMyth turns, well, his birthday is tomorrow.

It's hard to believe that it's been 14 years since I gave birth to Thing 2, the most beautiful and best baby ever. She slept through the night from the get-go, unlike her older brother Thing 1 who slept in 2 hour increments around the clock. But I digress.

Because I always wait until the last minute to buy things like birthday cards, I headed off to the local drugstore to buy birthday cards for Thing 2 and TheManTheMyth.

Who would have guessed that something as simple as buying 2 birthday cards would be such an ordeal. I browsed the greeting card selection in for what seemed like FOREVER but nothing really was quite what I was looking for. Unless I wanted tacky "sound" cards. And I didn't. Not my thing.

So I walk across the shopping center parking lot (with a detour into Borders...I had a 30% off coupon that was a-burning a hole in my pocket) to the Hallmark store. Where I proceeded to spend another 1/2 hour browsing their greeting cards. Getting a card for Thing 2 was easy. A lovely "For Our Daughter" type of card. It was finding the right card for TheManTheMyth that proved difficult.

The pickings for husband cards was dismal unless I wanted something mushy and sentimental. "For My Darling Husband." That's so not me. I wanted a card that had crass, vulgar yet witty humor. Like me. And that's where it got difficult because Hallmark had lots of those. I stood there reading and chortling and snickering and guffawing. I saw cards that would have been perfect for either of my sisters but this isn't about them now, is it?

So I finally choose a card and head to the counter to pay. By this time I had been gone longer than I intended (detour to Borders and all that) so I pay for the cards, take my change and head home. It was when I was almost home when I realized I left the cards sitting on the counter. As Thing 1 would say, "Dee Duh Dee!" back to Hallmark where the cashier was standing there holding my bag o' cards.

I knew I should have done what TheManTheMyth does when he buys me a card: grab one at the counter along with a 12 pack at the gas station. THAT'S True Love!

Happy Birthday Kaylyn!

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