On the first Saturday night in December, I always write my Christmas cards. On the first Sunday in December I used to have to open them all up again to see what I'd written in them. I used to write my cards with first one, then two, then three and more glasses of wine and get more and more emotional as the evening and the pile of Christmas cards lengthened. Usually I hadn't written anything embarrassing, but often the handwriting had become illegible.
Last night I started to write my Christmas cards. This morning I don't need to open any of the envelopes to check the contents. What a bonus to not drinking! No hangover on a Sunday morning and 2 extra hours that would normally be spent opening and re-writing my cards!
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What a great experience. Thanks for telling us about it. I remember those asinine cards too... and letters, and phone calls.
Lol, thanks for reminding me to go buy some christmas cards...
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Omigosh!! That is too freakin' funny, but also rather sad in a way, too. I'm afraid I erred more on the side of phone calls and emails, and you can't open those up and fix them before they're gone.
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