So if you ever wonder where I got my demented sense of humor, I would like to introduce you to my Mom, Joanie.
She is Funny. Silly. Cheap. That is a deadly combination, because it makes her do strange things. Like recycle greeting cards. She won't spend $ on greeting cards, not even the 99cent ones. So she just uses old ones that she has in her desk drawer. Oh, did I mention she is a packrat too? So she has about a million old cards to choose from.
Case in point:
My birthday card:
Yes, that is our family holiday card circa 1985 with sharpie writing on it. The thing about these recycled cards is that the modified greeting almost always still works. The greeting card messages are so banal that you can substitute words willy-nilly and the message still sounds nice. I do like the use of 2 different color sharpies, because that took extra effort.
I would like to point out one weird thing that I didn't see at first. Look at the signature: "Mom & Dick."
So... my dad's name is Richard. Dick for his nickname, but he is my real dad, not a stepdad or anything. So am I not allowed to call him Dad anymore? Or is the card from my mom and one of my Dad's 3 friends also named Dick? I'm sort of hurt, but very intrigued at the same time.