I might have to sign his name to it and address it but I don't have to pick it out!! I have to put him in a headlock and force the pen in his hand to make him sign the birthday cards for his children.
I mean really!
How you like it if your stepmonster signed your birthday cards and not your father???
But all the rest I just sign and mail it.
I just have my grandpa's to choose....and it's not easy for me.
He's not kind.
He's not wonderful.
He's a pill!!
But there on the shelf was The Best Card for My Dad!!!
I couldn't tell you what it said, I didn't read it.
It just had an old Camaro on the front....same color as his was.....and the tears started come. I quickly put the card down and told Roy I'd do this later.
I've made enough scenes in WalMart to last HIM a lifetime!
1969... Me and Daddy.
But later, I went back to the cards with Roy in tow....It has to be done.
So here we are again...knee deep in mushy cards.
I have the same problem with Mother's Day.
She didn't bake me cookies.
She didn't walk me to class that first day of school.
She's a pill!!!
All the other women didn't have a problem pickin' out cards.
Why can't there be a Cranky Old Poop Section???
I did find a car card that listed several different sorts of cars....and one cranky one.
So at least he's listed once.