Saturday was the birthday of one of Husband's nephews, followed yesterday by the birthday of another one. Early last week I bought cards and wrote them so I wouldn't forget. On Sunday Husband asked me if I'd remembered.
'Yes,' I said, 'of course I did.'
What I didn't mention was that I couldn't remember posting them.
I've just found them on my desk underneath a pile of books.
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Ha! Sounds like me. Actually, the very mention of the word 'birthday' is enough to induce guilt right now. My brother's birthday was on the 3rd and I haven't done anything about it yet. I can't drive, and haven't been out much yet, that's my excuse. I did a little searching on the internet, but couldn't find anything.
Oooh. I wonder if he'd like a sun jar?
A sun jar? Sounds a good idea, a dose of sun in a jar. Open every so often when yoy're feeling grey. Yes, I like it.
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