So, I'm a little busy lately. I don't think I mentioned to you yet but my husband broke our car. Our ONLY car. He broke it. It's way broken. $2,500 of broken.
Yes, I'm bitter.
So, I've been mired in all sorts of insurance deductible/still need to run the house/and the blog/weeping on the phone to the mechanic that he'd better not hurt my baby. It's been a rough week. Still, the Christmas cards need to go out, so on with the work.
I got Christmas cards on clearance last year... 90% off. Cha-ching.
Then came time to write them out and send them off... which was totally peaceful, as it should be, right?
Years ago, while talking with a friend, I told her that I was going to make a spreadsheet for the Christmas card list so I could do a mail merge and print all of the addresses onto labels and print labels with a holiday message. I could have the kids put the labels in the cards and sip hot chocolate while I break several child labor laws. She told me that Christmas cards shouldn't be a chore and I should take the time to write out each one to make the recipient feel special.
Why did she have to tell me that? I was perfectly happy breaking etiquette without knowing I was doing so.
So, I filled them out. By hand. And addressed them. By hand. And I trotted them down to the post office and stamped them all. But I did break child labor laws anyway:
Have you sent your cards out yet?