Our Christmas cards went in the mail two days ago. That means in the next day or so, 188 people will have this blog address. Up until now, like eight people have been reading my blog. Nine if you count my husband, which I don’t since he only reads the short posts. (And now that I’ve said that, I’ve got to keep writing so he doesn’t know I’m talking about him!) He’s also the one who insisted we put my blog address in the Christmas newsletter; after all, what’s the point of having a blog if nobody reads it? Right. Um. Sure.
And speaking of Christmas cards, I got a little nervous after dropping ours in the mail. The picture of the boys is adorable, of course, but the letter is…well…different. People will either think we’re really funny or seriously whacked! I mean, really, who writes about overwhelming piles of laundry and their husband’s vasectomy in a CHRISTMAS LETTER? Ah well. Too late now. I wonder if our friends will tell us they don’t want to be our friends anymore, or if they’ll just slowly slink away? Only time will tell.
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Oh-oh. I don't even know what Mrs. Craver put in our Christmas letter. I'm not afraid that people will think that we're crazy; I'm afraid that the letter would prove it beyond a shadow of a doubt.
By the way, nice clean page. Green is good.
I am one of the very fortunate people who actually received the "Christmas letter" and I must say it is BRILLIANT! A little whacked? Maybe, but aren't we all? I think you should post the letter for your new blogger fiends to enjoy!...uh-oh...did I say fiends? I meant friends. I think what people might have an issue with is the card. Sending a picture of your kind of new baby perched above the words "Rejoice, a King is born", now that might get you some heat. High hopes for that guy, huh?
love you!!
PS - Talk to Craver, he can flash up that llama, get him moving! Now that would be fun!
Someone is overestimating my technical ability. The llama is fine just the way it is. You shouldn't mess with llamas; they spit.
No, no...llamas don't all spit. You need to go back to my beginning post! Only llamas that are mistreated spit. It's a common misconception, and the poor llamas get such a bad rap!
Well, I just came out of the interrogation room with a live llama. I had the single lightbulb overhead, constant pressure with my partner doing good-cop/bad-cop, sleep deprivation, and finally a little sodium pentethol... and he cracked! He confessed that it's true: ALL LLAMAS SPIT!! ...Though they do not all chew. He also said that Elvis is alive and it's okay to wear socks with sandals.
Socks with sandals...NEVER! I have a picture of myself wearing socks with sandals (I had a blister and we were on vacation, my only pair of shoes) and it looks ridiculous! NEVER! Don't believe the llama! I'll take Ekvis, but not the socks/sandals!
..OOPS! I mean Elvis!
Hey, hey. Settle down kids. Craver, technically, you're right. All llamas spit...at each other. It's a communication thing. And there is nothing wrong with wearing socks with sandals. It just depends on the socks and the sandals!
Who can remember to put her socks on when sending cards to ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY EIGHT people? Mercy me.
I know, I know...how did the list get so long? We've moved a couple of times and my husband and I both like to keep in touch...and we keep making new friends. That's a good thing, right? Of course, maybe after this letter hits people will ask to be taken off of our mailing list! ;-)
LM - the letter was great. Okay, it was sounding whacked, but the last line really pulls it all together. Seriously. I read that line at least three times because it's so well-written and so aptly describes what's really at the heart of you and your family. Kudos for not following the party line of "my kids are great and here's why".
AMM
Ahem. Last line... Care to share?
Just post the letter. It's nice to share with your new blogger friends. If you just post it here you won't have to add anymore to your "mailing list" for next year's mailing.
I won't post the whole letter, but here's the last few lines. Only for you, Craver! (Incidentally, I see now that the "VII" behind your name is really the roman numeral "7." I've been calling you "Craver VIL" for months now! I don't think I can change. You don't mind, do you??)
And now, without further ado, here it is:
"We're as happy as the next family. Really. We just thought you'd be sick of reading about how wonderful everybody's children are and how perfect everybody's marriage is. Not a whole lot of perfection going on at the (name withheld), but we do have great love for each other, grace we do not deserve, and the faithfulness of God on our side."
Aw shucks. Feel the love, people. Feel the love!
Don't take us off the list! We just got your letter. Cute picture of the boys. Great letter. Glad to hear you're normal like we are :~)
We haven't even started writing our letter yet. You've set the bar high.
Take care, and hang in there with that laundry.
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