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In the spirit of last year’s birthday card, my wonderful mother sent me another blast from the past. Because I enjoy public humiliation, and am in my final crunch before graduating so am not writing any posts of substance, I’m showing it to you.

My mother makes wonderful homemade cards. This one arrived today featuring somewhat younger versions of my sister and I. That kid on the right totally didn’t expect to be enrolled in an MBA program on his 30th birthday.