You are my favourite pain in the ass.

When I make a card, I imagine who might be receiving it. Sometimes I’m right, and sometimes not so much.

One of my favourite things about making cards is watching people choose them. There’s an intention to it that I love. Someone picks one up and you can almost see the moment when it connects with a particular person. “Oh, this is perfect. I know exactly who would get this one.”

Or sometimes it’s a group of friends standing there, and one person picks up a card and starts laughing. They show it to everyone else, and suddenly they’re all laughing because they know exactly who it belongs to. I don’t know who they’re talking about, of course, but clearly there’s a story there.

What surprised me about “You are my favourite pain in the ass” was who people started buying it for.

When I made the card, I imagined it being something one partner might give to another, and it has been. But I never expected it would be the kind of card a parent might give their child, and yet it makes complete sense.

I still smile when remembering the dad who picked it up, laughed, and declared it the perfect birthday card for his son.

He isn’t the only parent who’s bought it for one of their kids, either.

And then, a couple of weekends ago at the Silva Bay Market, a woman stopped to look through my cards. She had a great time chuckling as she read through them, finally picking one, and off she went. About twenty minutes later, I heard a car pull into the parking lot behind me. I happened to look back, and there she was again. “I brought my sister back with me!”

Apparently her sister wanted to see the cards too. Before long, she had a handful of them and was telling me I was a very bad table for her to have stopped at. I gave her a sorry, not sorry, tongue-in-cheek apology. 😂 But the best moment was when she picked up “You are my favourite pain in the ass,” and I heard, “I know exactly who this is for,” as she added it to her pile.

I love that the cards don’t always end up where I imagine they might. Someone picks one up and sees their partner, their sister, their best friend or, apparently, their favourite pain-in-the-ass child.

So, like I said, sometimes I’m right about who I imagine receiving them, and sometimes, well, not so much.

Now I’m curious. Have you ever picked up a card and immediately known exactly who it was for? I’d love to hear about it. Leave a comment!