A few weeks ago I pondered the meaning of a birthday card sent to Sammy by SOB's step-grandparents. Because I like to keep this blog fair and balanced, I present to you the card my grandparents sent to us (and Sam) for Easter!
Here is the front:
And here is the back, explaining the pictorial from the front:
Now you might be wondering, as I was, how Native American dwellings factor into the celebration of the risen lord and saviour. I can only respond that I have no fucking clue. I love ya, Gram!
3 comments:
That looks like a card my mom would send.
Yet another check in the "We're old and have plenty of excuses handy if anyone ever questions us" column. You'll shoot me when I get to that special point in my life, right?
Don't worry Susan, SOB will make sure we get the good happy drugs.
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