It's seriously one of my favorite parts of the holiday season, maybe because it's some kind of proof that there are people out there who know I exist. Or at least have my mailing address and like Ted enough to keep us on their list. But the madness doesn't stop with the mantel display. I keep all the cards each year, and paste them into a book:
Well, it's off to bed soon as tomorrow has a packed schedule, what with taking the tree down, playing some Tailgate Toss, and cleaning up the shithole that is my living room after the brats tore through their gifts and then complained that the other one got better stuff. Charming. Oh, and by the way, we have no heat. Happy End-of-2011 to me!