We have a tradition of making up limericks instead of buying birthday cards at the store. It has been a family tradition for years now and we have a great book of limericks.
My wife got the flu last week and it ruined all our festive plans with her being sick in bed on her birthday.
Here is the birthday limerick I wrote to cheer her up (and to beg forgiveness for tracking garage grease across the tan carpet).
She loved it!
(Especially when one of her birthday gifts was a fresh can of carpet cleaner)
Oh, and by the way I neglected to mention that the dog peed on the bed comforter, so I drew the artist's rendering at the bottom. Maybe she won't notice?
