Somebody at work, yesterday, talked about the agony of waiting to hear whether she’ll get a green card from the USA government, allowing her to remain here with her husband.
At my try-out for “The Voice” in Philadelphia next weekend, I’m hoping to receive a red card, which will get me into the call-back auditions.
My friend Eleanor sent me this card for my birthday:
Card-carrying meteorologists around here are predicting bitter cold for the next few days.
Here are some new photos I could store on a memory card:
The word “card” also means (according to those cards at Merriam-Webster):
a usually clownishly amusing person : wag <he’s such a card>
Some card created this video called Sad Cat Diary:
Any thoughts or feelings about any of these cards?
I’d like to send each one of you a thank you card for reading my blog today.