Yesterday when I got to my house, I wandered each and every room, examining every little thing to see what had changed since I’d last been there. Jelly beans were out instead of M&Ms (major bummer) and there was a new piece of silver in our china cabinet.
Somehow I managed to overlook the thing that isn’t always there – the flowers that my brother had sent for Mother’s Day. Thank goodness my best friend LB pointed them out to me, because the card gives a pretty good glimpse into my family’s personality:
He said they allowed him 240 characters and so he felt he should use them.
And for the record, my dad got my mom a Mother’s Day card too. He wrote “Thanks for the kids”.
