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You could send a hand-crafted birthday card instead:
Condoleances. And courage for the 18 years to wait for your freedom to come back.PS: A small amount of gin in the feeding bottle can save you a lot of sleeping time during the first years. And if you mix it with milk, be sure to add a little portion of cream so that the milk does not go bad.
He can still retreat into joy and bliss by giving in to the idiocy malwhare that we all have between our ears for exactly this situation. It's actually there to keep us from strangling the little brat after two weeks. But not only we[^] have that malware.
I have lived with several Zen masters - all of them were cats.
His last invention was an evil Lasagna. It didn't kill anyone, and it actually tasted pretty good.
go into the shop,
take a pic of the card you like,
edit the pic to b&w
text it over
- environmentally friendly (saves paper, it's recycling and can be re-recycled)
- lasts forever: all those govts & companies keeping your data
- can be shared, farceblock, instogran... (bonus: even more forever data retention)
She send me a card for the birth of her child and I don't want to be rude so I just send one back.
We worked together a lot on school assignments, mostly because we both lived far away and didn't have a lot of friends in class.
But we have like nothing in common.
So after school I never bothered to contact her again until she contacted me.
We had some fairly good contact for a while, but now, years later, it's two messages a year, one on her birthday and one on mine.
It's not that I dislike her, but I don't have anything with her either.
Anyway, I hate maternity visits since I really don't like children and I don't like pretending I do.
If this was my best friend I really couldn't skip it, but it's not, it's someone who I haven't seen in years.