The Talking Muffin

Two muffins in an oven.

jueves, octubre 26, 2006

Here is why I adore my brother (one of many reasons, anyway).

So the birthday cards that were addressed according to instructions given by my mother (my mom, my brother, my godparents) were very slow in showing up because my mom is silly and gave people a ridiculously vague address that is blatantly wrong (nowhere does Spruce street show up on there, only the name of the University and a misspelled name of the college house). Thus, I receieved my mother and my brother's cards today, two weeks post-birthday (haha- post... mail... get it?). My brother's card is as follows.

The front has a picture of two flowers, above which is some dumb ass script that reads "For My Sister." Inside, the printed text says (in the same goofy script) "May everything beautiful about this day find its way into your heart. [flower] Happy Birthday"

My brother wrote:

"Caroline,
I realize this card is over the top, but it was the only one they had. Also, I think this card encourages a return to traditional moral values, something that can get lost on a college campus. I hope you are doing well and working hard.

All the best,
Ben"

I realize as I type this out that this is probably only funny to me, or funny to you if you know me and think it's ridiculous that I can be related to someone this uptight and straight-laced, but for reference, the whole thing is tongue in cheek, and my brother has a habit of pretending that he is an overly moral man with a stick up his bum. I mean, he does have a stick up his bum, but he can be very funny at times.

This whole card's hilarity was probably also aided by the fact that I heard his voice saying the text that he wrote, in his ridiculous fake-serious bass voice.

End of story.