It’s in the Mail, er- Garbage

I made a nice birthday card from my Grandma the other day. I put it at the bottom of the stairs so I would remember to bring it up to the office and put postage on it.

Today I suddenly remembered that I never mailed the card and, in fact, had not seen it since I put it on the stairs. I wandered into the office, just to make sure PHAT Daddy had taken care of it. “No, I didn’t see it,” he told me.

I searched the house to no avail. I began to suspect foul play, so I checked the garbage.

There it was, under the leftover dinner scraps.

So, dear Grandma, your birthday card will be late because your great-granddaughter - yes, the one I named after you - has thrown your card in the garbage.