I haven’t been feeling well.  This post is not about that, but about the greeting card I got from Grams because I wasn’t feeling well.  The card reads –

“Here’s a card that’s sure to cheer you up.  It doesn’t poke you, prod you, shove a popsicle stick in your mouth, a thermometer in your ear, or a needle in your butt…  It just sits in your hand and tells you to get well.”  (Grams added two !! at the end just for good measure).

How simple is that?  Really simple.  Simple and fun.  Fun and well-getting.  Some say that the greeting card industry is just a useless set of hype that exits for Valentines day and Christmas.  I say its a nice way to let someone else know that you are thinking of them.  Sure, someone else has made up the cute little dog getting pretend poked in the ass by needles, (and actually in this case, the cartoon dog has managed to escape that fate with a comical puff of running away smoke) but it was you that picked it out, lovingly wrote a little after punch line sentiment, put three stamps on it, and sent it off.

I think that’s pretty nice.  Don’t you?  I’m going to go call my grandma now.