Text to my sister's husband last night:
Hi, D. It's me...your birthday card. Just sittin on the counter with my friend, the Yankee candle...where I've been for nearly 2 months now. I don't know what is wrong with your idiot sister-in-law that she can't remember to buy a freaking stamp to mail me with. She even went to the post office last Tuesday to mail some scholarship packets off. She didn't remember she needed stamps until she came home and threw her keys down on me...again. Well, sorry I'm not with you yet. Maybe some day, some how, I will find my way to you.
P.S. Gift card says "Hi!"