So the backstory is, Lula woke up on my birthday and I was already awake. And she is a seething mass of hatred in the mornings, so she stomped into the bathroom as per usual, and I called out, “Good morning sunshine!” And she grunted back, as per usual. Then I said, “Don’t you have something to say to me?” And she yelled at me. And I said, “Are you sure you don’t have something to say to me?” And she growled, “OH GOD HAPPY BIRTHDAY.”So somewhere around 7 pm, when neither child had presented so much as a card or a picked bunch of dandelions, I called them both into the kitchen and told them that no matter how broke they were, their mother’s birthday was not to be ignored and left unmarked, and that I was disappointed in both of them. This card was made soon after. I laughed and laughed and laughed. That has to be the most perfectly ambivalent teenaged card in the world. It has everything—poop, love, passive aggression, love, self absorption, love and hilarity. I couldn’t have been happier.



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But this card made up for everything. I swear, I shall cherish this on my deathbed.
Well in my defense, my mom is very difficult to please and I did not want to risk any expensive gift being given the cold shoulder. So cash seemed the sensible choice.
Thumbed. And a happy belated birthday, Leigh! :-D
Everything about this made me laugh!
sorry i missed your birthday.
i'll try to make it up to you.
:^)
Happy Birthday, and best wishes for a great year!
And I love her too.