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As per Veronica's suggestion, I'm submitting a Mother's Day card to Hallmark.

See. I already have the outside designed:


But I'm debating on the wording for inside the card though.  So I need your input.

I was thinking this:

Here's to wishing Mother's Day would be dragged into the street, beaten by 1,000 thugs with brass knuckles, then let loose with a couple dozen ninjas with nun chucks, before being doused in gasoline and set on fire.  Have a HAPPY day!

or this:

Is it wishful thinking that you can make it another year without selling your kids to traveling gypsies or the highest bidder on ebay?  We'll be keeping our fingers crossed.

or this:

As your adoring children, we wish we had never had driven you to insanity, but we really hope you like your new padded cell.  LOVE YOU MOM!



So yeah.  What do you think?  

Maybe Hallmark will print all three.

Comments

I like them all.
Wonder Woman said…
I think Hallmark would be more likely to print the last one. Kids get cards for their moms, but moms (who may or may not care for the holiday) are less likely to buy cards for other moms who don't care for the holiday.

Though they are all clever.
veronica said…
You. Are. Brilliant!
Cynthia said…
I'm all for "truth in advertising!" LOL! I like all three.
Jenny P. said…
I love them all. I'm thinking of something a little simpler though. What about Mother's Day???? on the front, and then on the inside, just one word.

Ha.
heather said…
You are hilarious. The bottom one is my personal favorite. In case you wondered.
cc said…
I really hope you're serious. I love these! Please send them in. (I really want to protest the day publicly next year)
elesa said…
Did you seriously make that? I hope you are really going to do it, because I love the last one. I would buy that one. Heck I'm tempted to make one now to give to my mom for next year.
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Anonymous said…
Love your stuff!!! You go girl!

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