Wow, okay. So this morning I get an email from James Miller via American Greetings. James/Jim, as I’ve mentioned previously, is my father’s name, which led me to click on this link in a bleary half-awake sort of way, thinking that my dad had sent me a virtual Easter card.
I watch the whole damn animated card feeling touched, but a little confused: Not only is my family not super-Christian (and if I were to get an Easter card, it’d be from my mom), but as you can see above this three-line message is full of typos. My parents have many virtues, and chief among them are their avoidance of typos (not to mention Comic Sans).
But my confusion dawns into understanding at the very end — despite the very Easter-y design of said e-card, it’s a birthday card! For an entirely different person!
Which means a) Happy Birthday, Liz Miller, wherever you are and b) WTF THERE IS ANOTHER LIZ MILLER WHOSE DAD IS A JAMES MILLER. THAT IS NOT COOL, UNIVERSE.
Oh, and Happy Easter, I suppose.