The could-have-been-oh-so- humiliating holiday letter




This year my holiday message was brief. On the back of the family picture, I wrote 2 sentence blurbs about each child.  About myself, I stated that I was still employed and in my free time enjoyed volunteering in the community, including my local pubic radio station.

Let this be a lesson and cautionary tale about not putting all one’s faith in spell check.

I count it as a Christmas miracle that I caught the omission before the envelopes were sealed.











Return of the Slovenly

Son is home for the summer from college. He’s been here less than 24 hours. He doesn’t just arrive, he explodes as he comes in the door.  Below are just 2 of the previously tidy spaces his valuable possessions have invaded.

I went to Costco last week and stocked up, in anticipation of His Hungriness.  He enthusiastically surveyed the larder and said, “So, how long did you want this food to last?”

Right now, I’m annoyed and scared for my bank account. I’ll need to re-read this when the house is too quiet in September.