Last night, on the way to a birthday party for one of my husband's friends, I noticed the envelope of the card wasn't sealed.
"Are you going to seal this?" I said.
"Go ahead," said my husband.
And then I saw the card.
My husband had taken the party invitation and refolded it inside out then written Happy Birthday on it. "What the hell is this?" I said. "I have birthday cards in the house."
"Guys don't give guys birthday cards," he said.
Now, my husband used to be this guy's boss. They are both respected professionals. Yet I am supposed to believe that it is unacceptable for one of them to give the other one a greeting card but it's totally all right to hand over a gift card inside a homemade-recycled-badly folded "card" with T-MAC! scrawled on it in ballpoint pen.
"Did you sign my name on that 2nd-grade art project?" I said.
Of course he did.
On open letter to the lady in my neighborhood:
18 hours ago