Happy Birthday to Me!

Today is my birthday. I'm old enough. Let's just leave it at that. I slept in until eight o'clock, Richard made me a wonderful breakfast and then he brought me a card.
The envelope wasn't sealed, and there was no writing on the front. I suspected the fat package had the usual array of scratch off lottery tickets inside. I pulled the card out of its envelope.
"Wait! Where's Ginger? This will make her crazy." Richard yelled across the living room.
The cover of the card has a picture of a funny looking kid with a bunch of balloons standing next to a tank of helium. I opened it. It's a singing card. A group of kids with high squeaky voices sang Happy Birthday.
Ginger went wild! She tried to bite the card, her lower lip started to quiver, she ran in circles around the room. I closed and opened the card again so I could watch the show! She came over and barked at the card after I did that for the fourth time.
Inside the card Richard paper clipped a piece of paper that said "Happy Birthday, Love Richard and Ginger.
Are you getting it now? No writing on the envelope, no writing on the inside.
"I paid $5 for that card. Walmart didn't have any 38 cents cards that I liked." I laughed. This was so Richard.
"We have to recycle the card. If we use it for you, me and Ginger for 5 years, that's a dollar a year and only 33 cents per birthday. Put it in a safe place so we'll remember where it is."
I can put it in a safe place. It's the remembering part that will be challenging. I'm having a birthday, remember?