When we were kids, my mother used to emphasize the importance of a good, homemade card. The way she saw it, it took hardly any effort to buy a card. Making one, on the other hand, was a demonstration of love, an achievement of time, toil, and determination. Mom was right. And so, with a former co-worker’s wedding fast-approaching, I thought it would be nice to put in that extra little effort, and take the time to show her how much I cared. I dropped by my local gift shop, picked up some multi-colored construction paper, stickers, a glue stick and got to work…
…handing them off to my assistant, Trevor with instructions to make a nice, heartfelt card. The results…




So, I sent off the card along with a check. Beside the “RE” at the bottom left of the check, I wrote: “Payment for black market organ”.
Good luck trying to cash it!
Anyway, the following week, I received a response from the bride-to-be…



It turned out Trevor had some leftover supplies and, with my sister’s birthday around the corner, I figured “Why not?”…





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