My b.d. was a month ago but was looking at my cards before I put them away. Two of them were especially funny!
First one on front was photo from the 50's of 2 elderly ladies standing in front of the car with caption: "You and me...We're gonna be friends until we're old and senile!"
Inside of card:"...and then we'll be NEW friends. How great is that?!"
Second one is a little lengthy but hilarious:
While shopping for a birthday card, I made the mistake of stopping by one of those "Intimate Apparel" shops at the mall. The minute I walk in, this sales girl, Caitlin, whose personality is as annoyingly perky as her breasts, ambushes me. She's waving this flimsy piece of lacy material with straps, saying how it will make me look and feel like a supermodel.
Three minutes later, "Brazilla" is popping her head over my dressing room door, asking, "Are we doing okay in there? " While "the twins" are dangling out of this hellish contraption like a couple of slinkys. I explain that "the girls" need a little more support.So she comes back with everything from "the miracle lift" and "the butter cup" to the "I can't believe it's a bra" bra.
She then suggests that I'm wearing the wrong size (apparently this is a national epidemic) and calls over Helga, the fitting expert, who flings open the door to my horror---and to the shock of the customers in the store.I panic, throw on my clothes, darting past the tables of bikini bottoms, boy shorts, and thongs, without my bra.
Anyway, the point is, bras are like friends. Hold on to the good ones, 'cause finding a new one is a real bitch. Glad I've got a good one like you. Happy Birthday!
Just tho't I'd give you a good laugh to close your day.