Laughing Out Loud

Wednesday, May 8, 2002
Suburbia, California 


On Sunday, when we were at the town center with my sister Sandy, a freesia advertisement in the window of the new Bath and Body Works store caught my eye.

"Hmmm, freesias.  Mom loves floral fragrances..." 

I made a mental note to stop by during the week.

After dinner tonight, we had a rare, free evening and spent it browsing in the Bath and Body Works store.  Three hours later,  I still smell like a bouquet of flowers:  freesia, sweet peas, plumeria, tulip, orange blossoms, and jasmine.  

After an hour of sniffing, we put together a collection of Sweet Pea lotion, soaps, scented candle and aromatherapy paraphenalia for Mom.  

Before heading home, we stopped in a neighborhood mall for a card. DH and I stood at the card rack, assiduously looking hard for the perfect birthday card. Most were way too mushy or gushy; others, too stuffy or stiffly formal.

Just as I was about to settle for a middle-of-the-road, "okay" card, DH picked this one up and when he opened it, laughed out loud.  Wondering what tickled his funny bone, I peeked over his shoulder.

He quickly closed it up and handed it to me, grinning.  

I looked at the card's front and smiled.

"Okay.  Dog on the front.  That's good.  Mom is crazy about dogs.  I read the words in the balloon.  Guaranteed to make Mom feel younger than her years... that'd be nice, but yeah, right...."

I opened the card:


And I laughed out loud, too.

I  hope this makes my Mommy smile, maybe even laugh out loud. 


If not, I'll make her send it back and hold Hallmark to their guarantee and get my money back. Nah, just kidding. Our LOLs in the card aisle were worth at least $3.65 and lots more.

(Is it just me or are cards egregiously overpriced these days?)



"Life is a Gift."

Me ke Aloha, 
Author Unknown


 "The only gift is a portion of thyself..."
~
Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

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