My mother is a total card.

I got two cards from my mother for my birthday. One was with a pre-present I received over the weekend, and the other came yesterday afternoon.

My mother freaking cracks me up. The first gift was a little bottle of Fat Mama's Knock You Naked Margarita Mix (complete with instructions on how to knock someone naked).

The second card I opened last night and it featured an Apple gift card-- I am thrilled as I have been saving for a fancy schmancy new setup and I really need to upgrade. I waited until after midnight to open it so it would be my "real" birthday. Shilpa yelled at me and said I was crazy. "You're not Jesus Christ!" (uh, what?) "It's not Christmas!"

No, no, but I am a minor diety and there are rules for these things. (These things always have rules.)

True to form, Mom sent some great cards. The first I loved so much I had to take it with me Friday night.



It looks like such a "mom" card, but isn't. I love it. Notice she didn't sign it. She signed it with a post-it note so I could use the card again. Love it.

This one is also all the more funny just because it came from my mother.


Note that my Dad reserved comment.