Billy’s Home for Wayward Girls

My friend Jill from California has this uncanny knack for remembering birthdays even though she lives two thousand miles away and it’s been years since I’ve seen her. And every year, like clockwork, something arrives in the mail a few days before mine. Always funny and always incredibly delightfully home-made.

Years ago, she used to call my old apartment “Billy’s Home for Wayward Girls” because I always seem to be housing some traveling model or perhaps a compromised woman in need of a place to stay.

Here’s this year’s card.

“April 29th was always a red letter day at Billy’s Home for Wayward Girls. Once a year on this day, Billy took in one more girl to celebrate his birthday. His plan was to eventually have one girl for each year of his age. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it), he couldn’t remember how old he was.”

And the inside…

Ah, Jill. Why yes, I certainly will, thank you!

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