JC had a Happy Birthday! It came a day later this year. That equals two cards--one for his birthday eve--and one for the morrow. Can you imagine how long it took to draw that many balloons? Some don't have strings. That little creature, his words not mine, is too weird. I ran out of draw. Can you tell? That has never happened to me before. The arms don't match. It doesn't have true legs. One is the size of a plank while the other is a mere stem. The hairy eyebrows look like fake lashes. I cannot explain it.
This is card two. I meant to mail it. He didn't mind that I didn't. And he enjoyed having it as much as I enjoyed making it. The video seems to confirm my belief, or he's a better actor than I give him credit for being. Besides, at our age we have more than enough store-bought cards; we certainly have everything we need,and just about everything we might want. Neither of us felt like burning so many candles at both ends, and neither of us probably had breath to spare had we done the cake thing. So this is what I did.
I drew him an accidentally crappy IOU birthday dinner card. It's the thought that counts because he knew I wasn't up to snuff. Neither was he, but I had to try. There are days when we rip and run like we're thirty. We'll eat out too often and then we'll go down the list of restaurants we frequent on our don't know-what-we-want-to eat days. I have too many I-don't-know-what-to-cook days lately. Please tell me you have them too. One week I ordered so much Chinese delivery, one rainy night the Chinese delivery dude offered to put the trash can in the garage for me. Seriously. He asked if there was anything else I needed done. Wait. That might have happened because I'm a good tipper. (grin) But anyway!
No, JC is younger than this, but tradition dictates that I get it wrong. And so I do.
This is our leap year joke. Shucks! I hope this is still a leap year! If not, the joke's on me. Okay, every year we're able to leap is a good year. (wink) BTW, that bun atop my head is becoming a nuisance. You know how it comes undone, and tendrils tickle your neck and cheek and forehead? Well, it's time for a haircut. Before I end up with a self-induced concussion. It's all Zika's fault! Our mosquitoes are as big as flies so you have to hit 'em hard or they hit back. I end up with bruises and knots on my forehead from all the hard knocks and slapping. I'm kind of getting used to liking not looking like a newly shorn sheep,but I miss the I-don't-even-need-a-brush hair days. So, this is page three of JC's greeting.
Page four isn't as private, and y'all don't know any of the names, which means it's okay to show this part. I'm just tickled to have thought of something clever to do with this stack of tabbed cards I've had for too-too long.
Del is his best friend from college. JC likes craft beers. Dang! I should have bought him a home still, huh? Then he could make his own beer. Oh, well. Maybe next year.
Ever try making something for someone who's home when you're working on it? You never know when they'll pop in to ask a question, ask what you're working on . . . He never suspected the cards were for him, seeing as how I never draw for him anyway. This is the first year I haven't had a waiter cut and serve that special cake he likes either--both of us pretending like it's a surprise. But, there's always a good day for a surprise because it's never too late to celebrate. We've just been so busy lately. Feels like staying home yesterday and today are rare gifts in and of themselves. They're as rare as dry days in Katy.