S: Sometimes I want to tear my hair out and use it to weave a basket, then fill the basket with baby kittens and leave it on the doorstep of a Jewish synagogue. 

B: See babe, you need to be writing this stuff down.

S: I’m sure. Hello readers, I’m a psycho and I’m babbling about it.

B: Well, you need to be true to your audience.

I was gmail chatting with B today while he was busy at work and I was so utterly bored. Put down the work and talk to me boy! Can’t you see I’m going crazy and need your unrelenting attention?

It’s just that I’m tired and have misplaced all the motivation I’m sure I had at some point in the recent past. I want somebody to engage in mindless chatter with me while I get through the next two hours in my current state of not-at-home-sleeping-ness. Otherwise what happens? I post pointless blather on my blog. Now come on, which do you prefer really?

So my mom got remarried eariler this month. I probably neglected to mention it because it was a long-time coming, they did it in Tennessee over a weekend, and this is her fourth marriage. Not that any of that negates the importance of the event, but it wasn’t something I felt I needed to declare to the world. Anyway, her reception is in a couple weeks (that was the “really important event” I referred to here) and I’m now planning to go. All they want in the way of gifts though is cash. I understand this logic: if you don’t need anything, why obtain a bunch of crap when you could just get a couple fistfuls of dolla bills y’all? But it’s mom, I just can’t bring myself to say congratulations in the form of a check.

So the sisters and I conferred and decided what’s even better than cash? A card! And our time and energy of course in planning the party. And some food we’ll each contribute. And I made a really cool card box for all the other guests to use–the ones that will be giving actual cash and checks. The ones that she did not give birth to and raise as a single mother of five. But the card! The card is the real gift don’t you think? I might even dazzle them with a homemade one. Who would want cash when there is a homemade card from your oldest daughter to be had? And really, you should see the card box I made. Way better than cash. No really.