Not the ribbons from the lamppost, nor lights put on the bushes—not even the finally stored artificial Christmas tree: THIS is what I’m glad I don’t have to contend with for another year:
You know Carolina, I was thinking somebody’s going to flag that irony. It sounds like George Jetson stuff, but my domestic birthday meister and our loved ones have concocted this intricate Zelle & gift card birthday routine that, one would think, takes the fun out of things. But the celebratory thank you’s via txt, phone calls, and emails seem to indicate that everyone is just as delighted as if they’d received a box. By gum, I think I’ll go counter-culture and use that tape dispenser for birthdays—much as I dislike the feeling I’m using a NordicTrack hand exercise machine!
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