A college friend from South Carolina and her three children spent last night with us on their way to New Orleans. During our hours of chatting and catching up, she mentioned that her husband failed to see the undeniable humor in last year’s Christmas card. Fortunately, she was up on her Lemony Snicket and filled him in.
The pressure is on for me to produce something happy and upbeat this year. No jokes about foot odor and acne. Maybe I’ll throw in the towel and send out a traditional card with one picture of three smiling boys this year. That doesn’t sound like fun, but it may be better than having bad reviews for your Christmas card still being reported in August.