People were so nice to me on my birthday. Which sounds like an inane comment, after having written it, but just hear me out. No one had to do nothing, and people like, gave me shit. And did things for me. I got a jamba juice, itunes gift card and a ring pop from co-workers.
And then they surprised me with cake and singing. Which I always told myself I wouldn’t be one of those people who just fell for that. Because it happens 3x a month. An email goes out “Janie has a birthday! Surprise her in the bistro with cake but don’t tell her!” And Janie is expected to be surprised when she needs to attend an ‘emergency meeting’. On her birthday. In a room conveniently adjacent to where there there is a kitchen. Surprise!
I also go these e-cards. If you ever want to make me smile, just send me something from someecards and I will become obsessed with you for days.
You guys don’t even need to talk to your friends anymore. Just send them a card from this site and you’re golden.
The best thing, though, is what my Mom sent me in an email. With the subject line reading “It’s a very special day!” she wrote the following…
Dear John,
I made this myself!
Love,
Mom
It’s the effort that makes it so adorable.
The funny thing is that as I hung it up in my office, I was totally picturing her do the same thing, just purely out of pride for herself and her art.
