I have bad karma when it comes to occasion cards. For several years I have purchased the perfect anniversary card for my husband, hidden it away in a really, really good place where I know I won’t lose it … and somehow, the thing disappears. I have to rush at the last minute to purchase a card, and it’s never the perfect one I so wanted to share, but rather a paltry second. I generally find the original a month or two after the big day, so now I have quite the stash … well, somewhere around here anyhow …
Similarly, last weekend our friends came over and brought a birthday card for my husband, which they innocently handed to me to manage. Yes, I managed to bury it under some things in the kitchen and we located it an hour after our friends went home.
On my husband’s actual birthday, 11 July, I thought I was off the hook in the card department. Aha, I thought to myself, my bad card karma can’t touch me! We are in Europe on vacation, so I’ve the perfect excuse for having no card!
Foiled by my mother, who had picked up a card in Paris for my husband and, to my intense shame, presented it to him during his birthday dinner.