You see, there’s this girl…

Yesterday I got home and opened my mailbox to see, on the top of the pile of mail, a envelope with some immediately recognizable handwriting on it. Laura, my best friend of 17 years, had sent me a card. For those of you that don’t know, I love getting things in the mail. Call me a traditionalist but taking the time to write something and mail it just shows you care, especially these days. So anyway, I open it up and read the most perfect card:

Front:
“Every day seems like Wednesday when we’re apart.”
(with drawing of a depressed cat.)

Inside:
“Wednesday was broccoli night when I was a kid.
Miss you!”

In case you don’t know I despise broccoli.

As perfect as this card was, the story gets better…

I spoke with Laura on the phone last night and thanked her for the card. She asked me if I knew how long ago she’d bought the card. I started off guessing weeks, then months, and gave up after thinking about a year-and-a-half ago. No, not Laura. Turns out that she bought this card in 1994! Now, most people would assume that she’d forgotten about the card in the meantime or lost it in a desk drawer somewhere. No, not Laura. Seems that she bought the card and had no intention of giving it to me until she’d head me mention broccoli on a Wednesday which, according to her, I did about two weeks ago. (As if I remember the actual conversation in which this occurred…)

How can anything be wrong in my world with a friend like this?