The Christmas cards are going out late this year, because I didn't plan ahead. I was going to take a picture of Daughter and the new dog, but the camera battery was dead, and I took a nap. Repeat daily.
Next thing I know it's almost Christmas, and the cards haven't gone out. This is horrible, because you know what happens if you don't get cards from people you expect to get cards from: You get culled. Did we get a card from the Witherspoons this year? We didn't. Hmph. Guess someone trimmed their list and we didn't make the cut. Hmph.
Who are they, again? Remind me.
What do you mean? They're our friends?
If our cards arrive after Christmas, well, that's a faux pas on the scale of breaking wind in front of the queen. You can just see the recipient standing on the porch, pulling out a card that arrived on the 26th, and burning it right there on the spot without opening it.
So I had to get them out, and that meant desperate, sweaty clicking through online design options.
It's bad enough that you have 19,345 designs from which to choose. You have to choose your sentiment.
MERRY CHRISTMAS, of course. You could say "Happy Christmas" but that sounds English, somehow. Oh, dash it all, I dare say I left your gift in the boot of my motorcar, but Happy Christmas anyway.