It’s Friday night and everyone in the house is unwell. Lloyd has a serious cold, Pfennig may have what Cricket had (we have a vet appointment tomorrow), Cricket has diarrhea (super yuck), and I have allergies. Being the most well of the group, it falls to me to make a post. Wait a minute – it falls to me every time. Those lazy cats don’t ever write a thing.
Speaking of lazy, here’s a way to save yourself an envelope! I’ve been folding up scrap paper like crazy around here. It almost makes me want to write a letter! Ha! The one thing I do even less than call people one the phone is write letters. I don’t even send out Christmas cards. Do you send out Christmas cards?
Nope, never send them. Have plans to do it every year, but somehow don’t get round to it. It’s online communication or no communication with me 🙂
Every year. Since I graduated from college in 1996. This year will make 12+1 (I sent a “Christmas in July” letter one year, too.)
I’m crazy like that.
I send one every year. Just one. To Angelina Jolie.
Interesting. I thought MY kids were your retirement plan. Hrmph.
At my address?? I just thought you didn’t know how to spell Annette!
I only send out about 130 Christmas cards. I have to say it’s more of a chore than a pleasure. Maybe this year I’ll just send one … to Angelina.
We send them out. Which reminds me, we’d better get started on that.
Doesn’t Lloyd preach tomorrow??? Instead of spreading the Gospel, he’ll be spreading germs.