Berfday wishes

So after years of miserable failure, I am finally on the road to accepting the fact that I will never, ever, ever get a birthday card in the mail to London early enough for my friend Charlotte to receive it on or before her birthday. I always remember to do so months ahead of time, and then promptly forget about it as the date approaches. I suppose I could always go the "belated" card route, but that's not really my style.

When life hands you a bad short-term memory, make an e-card.



Also, just so you don't think I draw little girls in red wagons on all of my birthday cards, which honestly is just creepy -- Charlotte is one of my oldest best good friends. As small children, we used to barrel down huge hills in her neighborhood in a dilapidated red wagon for fun. It's a wonder I didn't knock out all my baby teeth. Actually, according to my illustration, I did.