Funny story. Tuesday night, around 9pm, my husband comes to me and asks (and I quote), "Do you happen to know where I can find a get well card?" Then I saw his smirk and knew he was being sarcastic. I said I may be able to drum up something... then he said, "I don't want you to go to any trouble, I'm sure I can buy one at the airport in the morning," to which I responded with the appropriate dirty look that indicated, "don't you dare!"
So, at 9:05pm (because Michael was leaving in the morning), I set to work on a get well card for one of the managers in his company. I quickly discovered that I don't have a single "get well" sentiment (I shall remedy that with my next order, me thinks!), and the few things I have that could work were all about love and hugs and kisses and stuff... not exactly what Michael and his co-workers would feel comfortable signing. ;)
Alas, I had to dig in to my retired items. But I managed to come up with something masculine enough to get the point across... tell me how I did!
I think he was pleased with the result... and I know he's proud to have a card-maker in the family to handle his last minute card-making requests! (and I'm only happy to oblige!)