The thought doesn’t always count. Really.
My cousin sent me Taylor Swift’s favorite birthday cake (of 2023 — I had sent it to HER in 2024) … a gift from herself … and a gift the baby painted for me.
Her card was tops. Made me cry.
I read the card aloud for Mom. I told my cousin’s mom Elaine that she raised a fantastic daughter. Her son’s a loser like his dad, but the girl? The best.
I got another card today. From my mom’s BFFrenemy’s sister.
The sister always sent my mom cards. And weird gifts.
She sent a fuckin death shroud a few years back. We don’t know why. Felt like an omen.
It was.
She always sends dollar tree shit too. And I know she had an amazing career, so it’s not that. She just likes junky shit.
So hello, a birthday card! And that’s nice because she has zero reason to do anything nice for me.
The cart reads, “A Treat for You!” And there’s something hard inside.
A gift card?
I opened it and it’s not even dollar tree. It’s this weird dog face that’s peeling. And the magnet isn’t even a magnet. I can’t explain it.
I read the inside and she said she had to send this dog because it’s so cute, right?
Hm.
A treat for me … a dog, which I don’t even like dogs … and no treat?
At least it wasn’t another death shroud.