How convenient for you that you don’t have to sign two separate cards, keeping your risk of card-signing injuries to a minimum; paper cuts, pen impalements, etc.
I blame my extended family for my dislike of birthdays; both mine and others’; the cheap bastards. It wasn’t about the crappy sweaters or the cards with a $20 bill in them; it really was the thought that counts. When your birthday is an afterthought to your aunts and uncles and they’re all actually AT your house for the holidays already, and they can’t be bothered? Hell, Dad’s birthday is the 24th and mine is the 23rd, and the only person that would make sure we had cake and a card was Mom.
Let’s not even talk about the times my sister received separate gifts and cards for her birthday just a couple months later. Even my grandparents would forget that extra card with that extra $20 bill for me, but they never forgot Tracy’s. As a kid, that extra $20 that your younger sister receives every year feels like a kick in the head.
All I ask in my advanced decrepitude is that there be cake.