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!
