My mom sent me a birthday box that arrived a day early. For about 30 seconds I thought about waiting to open the gifts. And I did wait…until after my Monday piano lessons were finished…
One box was particularly perplexing:
So I opened it and found another box with a folded up $5 bill and this:
What a cool card! Looks like too much effort for me to replicate, though. My sister who also lives in Omaha sent along two gifts as well. One was great:
And the other one not-so-great:
She claims it was only $1.48, and in my family, that’s about the acceptable price for a killer practical joke.
In case you’re wondering, the cake mix and jello were sent so I could make myself a jello cake (my favorite kind), and the $5 bill is to go buy some cool whip to frost the cake with. Great birthday box mom! The stack of paper is special card stock to be used in my Cricut machine, which is a fancy-schmancy scrapbooking tool. I even have pictures on the way from snapfish to scrapbook!
So to end my birthday eve, I am watching one of my all-time favorite movies, with these classic lines (feel free to guess the movie):
“I wrote 66 songs about Joe this year, and I’m going to sing them all tonight.”
“I gave her my heart and she gave me a pen.”
“I don’t want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don’t want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything sold, bought, or processed. You know, as a career, I don’t want to do that.”
And my favorite…”I got a question. If you guys know so much about women, how come you’re here at like the Gas ‘n’ Sip on a Saturday night completely alone drinking beers with no women anywhere?”
Sometimes life is just grand.