Happy Birthgay

Earlier this week was my wife’s birthday. We had a lovely day of good food, good company, and good cheer.

I cannot remember which card I intended to give her, but instead of whichever one that was, I grabbed this one instead by mistake.

Yep. Happy Birthgay. With a bunch of tidily-dressed gentlemen standing in a row with interlocked arms in some sort of ballet (?) pose. I apparently snatched the wrong card off the rack, walked around Twist & Shout for like 25 minutes with it in my hand, paid for the thing, went home, finished my work day, and then only noticed this stupid thing was the one that actually made it home after all of that. I sat there with my mouth agape, realized there was nothing I could about it, leaned in, and wrote a very nice note to my wife on the inside.

When my wife opened it, she could not stop laughing.

She told me this was her favorite card she’s ever gotten from me.

Happy birthgay, everyone!