Perfect Card, Imperfect Place!

So that's where it was.

I am shocked, surprised and saddened. The perfect birthday card for a friend found in a mound of papers within the desk drawer. I frown, her birthday was four months ago and this was the perfect card.

Unfortunately, I put the perfect card in an imperfect place.

I chuckle, with her birthday long passed will I remember it next year? Now where should I put it? I know, the other desk drawer with the stationary. I frown, will I remember I put it there?

I open the drawer to discover stray batteries, keys to things long gone and various knick knacks. I start to re-think putting the card here.

I rummage through the drawer again. What's this? A torn bit of paper with a phone number and a name. Whose Wilma? I scrunch it up and toss it into the trash. It hits the basket and I imagine the crowd roaring with the basket going in.

After the basking I suddenly feel regret and decide to move the scrunched paper to the recycle bin. I feel better even though I don't get the roar of the crowd for the deposit.

Back to my drawer and the treasures within!

Yellow parking tickets beckon from their dark place within the drawer. I examine them, did these get paid? I lay them aside and vow to investigate.

I close the imperfect drawer with the perfect card. I decide to investigate those tickets. As I start to input the details in the website I swear I hear someone saying "Just mail it". I look around the empty apartment and fail to see who uttered those words.

I continue my investigations into the tickets. "Just mail it." I sigh and realize the voice comes within.

I start to ponder the nonsensical advice. Should I mail the card now?

My friend will be the recipient of a birthday card 8 months early or 4 months late depending on your perspective. I grin, maybe that's a new optimist/pessimist test. Forget half full or half empty. Early or Late should be the new barometer.

I open the imperfect drawer and see the card. I swear the heavens are shining down on it.

I carefully remove it from the drawer and decide, to hell with it. I am sending it early.

Crazy I know, but so is our friendship. My friend will get a chuckle of getting the card 8 months early. Or did I not send her a card at all? I push that nagging thought from my mind and decide to send it along anyway.

As I address the envelope I smile. She's going to wonder why a card and when she opens it she'll laugh at getting the card so early.

Now where are my stamps?