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Crappy Birthday"I'm pathetic," I told Scott. "I picked up the first birthday card I saw, and bought it."Today is my husband Doug's Big-Five-One, and I'm off my game. What can I say? Some years, it happens. I usually choose beautiful, romantic cards with grainy photographs of guitars and lace and brass beds with rumpled linens, but not this time. It's not Doug's fault, of course, and I guess it's not mine, either. It's just life. I read Scott the text of the card, and I could discern his inward groaning through the phone. "So," he said, a little cautiously, "you just grabbed the card with the sports car on it, and that was it?" "Worse," I admitted. "I grabbed the bright green one with the gold glitter dollar sign in place of the letter S." "Whoa," Scott said, and with that, I knew he understood everything I'm going through. And, I must say, so does Doug.
Posted by Katy on 09/09/03 at 09:50 AM
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