….some happy fucker is all, “I’m sending Christmas cards! You want one?” And every year, I have to say, “I would love one, as long as you understand that I will not be sending you one in return.” These happy bastards are always okay with that. Frickin’ peace and goodwill.
So every year, I get Christmas cards from all these lovely people who are all conspiring to let me know that I have a Christmas-card-followthrough issue. They’re mocking me with their ability to get their shit together and get those suckers mailed out. They snicker at my not-with-it-ness.
Well, not this year, I say. (As I say every year.) This year, I am getting with this whole Christmas card program. I am going to send out Christmas cards to each and every mofo in my address book. (As I say every year.) This year, I will be one of those with-it and together people who gets the shit done. (As I say every year.)
So, if you want to be in my address book, shoot me an e-mail at steph[at]quirkyblogger[dot]com. I will promptly add you to my Christmas card list. I will happily put your name and address on an envelope, and I will even more happily drop that stamped envelope into the mailbox. Because, this year, I am on it.
Probably you shouldn’t expect anything ’til after Valentine’s Day St. Patrick’s Labor Day next Christmas.
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