Here it is. The birthday card I purchased on Januray 26th. Or rather, it is the back of the envelope because I don't think my brother would appreciate having his address published for all the blog world. Inside is tucked a small birthday gift. For my brother whose birthday was January 29th. Here it sits on February 12th.
I also have a few get well cards, thinking of you cards, a Christmas card for my husband, and a sympathy card for other people that I purchased and never delivered. Is this lack of ability to mail cards a sickness? Or do I just lump it into the category of procrastination? Or is it plain laziness? Can I blame it on my parents? Maybe if they didn't raise me with goats I would be able to mail items in a timely fashion. Whatever it is, it is ridiculous!
Happy Birthday Jason! Your gift is in the mail.