Oh, and this too

I did, in fact, get a call about the skull card, but it was from my mom. In her stubbornness to put off getting glasses, things are often fuzzy, blurry, or just downright ridiculous looking through her eyes.
She called to congratulate me on sending the best card in the G-ma Birthday Competition (a spot formerly held by the Uncle Jeff, whom I temporarily dethroned).
My crown, however, was short-lived and soon revoked in the following way:

Mom: Your card was so funny. We loved your subtle message.
Me: Wha?
Mom: You know, all those skulls smoking cigarettes - we all tell her that she should quit, especially at her age, but your card really got the point across. A little morbid maybe don't you think!
(my family loves morbid - hence the best card award)
Me: Cigarettes?! You really are sick. Those are noise makers mom. The skulls are blowing them happily as in, "happy birthday!" Not as in, "Hey grandma, keep smoking and you'll end up like this!" Get some glasses crazy lady.
Mom: Oh, I guess it wasn't so funny after all.