Family Traditions

It's that time of year when my mailbox starts filling with questionable items.

No, not junk mail. Or bills. Those come year round.

I'm talking about birthday cards.

Many many years ago, I may have even still been in high school, we started this war of the cards. I think it originated with Patti and me, and then quickly progressed to include everyone in the family. Sparing only my grandparents, whom we still want to tell we love without making them read these often near profane cards to get the message.

Over the years we have sent loads of these hilarious things to each other. The search usually starts months in advance, some of us collecting a handful of knee slappers when we come across a good batch.

So today, I went to the mailbox to collect what was sure to be another card for another year.

I was not disappointed.

Patti's selection was right on cue, I'm sure fueled by my behavior at the wedding last month.

The only thing that could have surpassed PK was the card I received early last week from my MIL. She has no idea of this ongoing feud, however she chose a card that fits right in with the rest of my fam.

Obviously she knows me better than I thought...