Last year, for someone’s birthday, I sent a card, which I do when I can remember to get my butt to the store and actually buy one.
On the front of the card was a drawing of a guy showering in an outdoor shower, and the front of the card said, “You know you’ve had a good birthday when you ask yourself…” On the inside it said, “How’d glitter get there?
Before I got ready to send the card out, Mister had a great idea. He suggested I put actual glitter in the card. Lots of it. Then, because I was concerned that it would come out of the corners of the envelope during its cross-country trek, I taped the envelope up so that not a single speck of glitter would escape. By the time I dropped the card in the mail, I saw that some glitter was sticking to the tape, which should have clued the recipient in just a little bit.
It didn’t. He didn’t even notice.
About a week later, I saw him on Facebook and decided to chat.
“How was your birthday?”
“Oh, me and the dog and everyone else has a bone to pick with you.”
“Why, what happened?”
At this point I’m giggling to myself in anticipation.
“Well I got your card in the mail, but I couldn’t get it open so I used my teeth and then POOF! Glitter was everywhere.”
I lost it. Then I had to read the exchange to my husband, but I couldn’t get the words out because I could barely breathe, I was laughing so hard. Oh, what I wouldn’t have given to be a fly on the wall for that one!
This year I went a little more low-key. A simple Facebook message on his wall.
“Congratulations on living through another year! Happy birthday, and may you have an injury and glitter free day.”
Happy Birthday, Erik!