On my birthday, I received the tackiest, most passive-aggressive card I’ve ever received in my life, and I instantly thought of e-hell.
A bit of background: I’m a Christmas baby, born on Christmas day. Now most people instantly think, “Oh, how special, you must love your birthday.” Wrong. Now to be fair, it has perks. I’ve never had to go to school or work on my birthday, and I’ll never have a birthday that feels like “just another day.” The perks end there. Besides the two-in-one gifts, I have to share my birthday with Santa, Rudolph, and yes… Jesus. My MIL (who’s never been terribly fond of me) is an expert at subtly snubbing me under the guise of gift giving. For example, last year, she sent us a Christmas ornament that said “All good hearts come home” (my husband relocated cross country to be with me, much to her dismay).
So this year, we received two cards from her. One was a standard Christmas card for both of us. The other was a card, addressed to me. I was thinking, “Oh, how sweet, she remembered my birthday.” The front of the card was a picture of a baby in a manger. It said, “Christmas… it’s all about Jesus.” And I’m thinking, “Oh, it’s a religious birthday card!” So I opened it, expecting to find something cute printed inside about my being born on the same day as Jesus… but instead, it read, “And when you get right down to it, he’s the only thing that really matters.” She’d underlined “he’s” with a pen. Underneath she’d written “Happy birthday,” but it wasn’t even a birthday card! SO rude! 0107-11
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