It's not my birthday (although mark your calendars because I turn the big 3-0 on April 15) but I got a package from Linda in the mail on Wednesday and it had THIS in it:
Is this not the best shirt ever? If you remember, Linda and I had come up with a line of our own greeting cards a while back, and this was one of our catchy catchphrases.
Linda sends the best care packages ever. Last year for my birthday, she sent me a crossword puzzle in which all the clues were about me. Because I had once told her that I would know I had made it when I was a clue in a crossword puzzle. One of the (multiple) times I was worried about whether or not my company would fold (And p.s., STILL WORRIED. Or worried again, either or), leaving me with no job and a mortgage, she sent me a package that included saltines, a hershey bar, and packets of ketchup -- you know, so I wouldn't starve. Ha. And the most recent package included this shirt and a bunch of miniature rubber duckies so that I could float them in a relaxing bath. But the best part about the ducks? They're PIRATES -- and as you may or may not know, I love me some pirates. My point is, Linda corners the market on care packages.
She's a good friend. She's the one good thing I got to keep from this. She was the nanny before me, and although we weren't friends at first, once we figured out that she didn't hate me (as I was told she did) and that I didn't hate her (as she was told I did) we banded together in order to crack each other up on a pretty much daily basis. She's funny and sympathetic and empathetic and thoughtful and TOTALLY creative, and when you're her friend, she will take good care of you.
I have a lot of people in my life who take excellent care of me when I need them to, and when I let them -- actually, even when I don't. I'm lucky like that. And if you're an ass, guess what? Check my blog -- I mock you there.