(Snow 2005)I don't send out a Christmas letter. I do handwrite in most of my cards, offering up some memory or tidbit that I think is relevant to the recipient. When my husband helps, he generally just signs our names and moves on, which is okay too
The thought is what counts, I suppose.
We have had a stressful year. And I thought, if I were to do a Christmas letter, what would it say? And then of course I decided to share this pretend Christmas letter here on my blog:
Howdy Good Friends and Neighbors!
This year, 2006, is fast coming to an end and boy are we ever glad! We can't wave bye-bye to this one quick enough.
The husband has had a tumultuous year that began and ended with truck wrecks. First in January a bail of hay rolled off a trailer and crashed in the side of his truck, and just this month (Sunday, actually), he hit a deer and smashed in the front end.
Won't we be pleased when we get those premium increases from the insurance company! We're certainly looking forward to that.
Career-wise, husband has held steady though he did have a mishap with a bush. This turned out to be a snafu of major proportions that should have been absolutely nothing. Fortunately husband held fast and we have our fingers crossed that the long-term damage was minimal. The bush ultimately lost whatever battle this was.
Husband also put in a lot of shitters, buried two calves, and spent a lot of time looking at the sky praying for rain. The hay crop was a real bummer this year. Oh, and the bull went lame, too. We bought another one; he likes donuts.
As for me, I developed vertigo in February and still struggle with that, though it's much better and at least I can stand up and drive again. In September I thought I was having a heart attack but I I guess I wasn't, and now we're all standing by waiting for me to get a second mammogram because the doctors didn't like the one I did in November! Boy howdy, it just doesn't get more funner than this, does it?
I also lost two of my freelance clients, not through anything I did but just because it was time for those projects to end. This left a big hole in my pocket that I've yet to fill, in part because my health has been so wishy washy. Better luck next year and all that.
Also, the folks who rented from us decided to vacate six months earlier than we'd anticipated, nevermind the contract. Nothing like an unexpected renovation to liven things up! Did you know that green crayon won't come off the shower walls? Neither did we until now!
As for next year, we're looking forward to working every single day of the week (unless we're sick) just like this past one. Maybe it'll rain and the hay crop will be better, whatcha think?
That's all for now, I gotta go catch a possum and boil 'em for dinner. Ya'll come!
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Of course, none of that, absolutely none of it, made it into a single Christmas card. . . .
The thought is what counts, I suppose.
We have had a stressful year. And I thought, if I were to do a Christmas letter, what would it say? And then of course I decided to share this pretend Christmas letter here on my blog:
Howdy Good Friends and Neighbors!
This year, 2006, is fast coming to an end and boy are we ever glad! We can't wave bye-bye to this one quick enough.
The husband has had a tumultuous year that began and ended with truck wrecks. First in January a bail of hay rolled off a trailer and crashed in the side of his truck, and just this month (Sunday, actually), he hit a deer and smashed in the front end.
Won't we be pleased when we get those premium increases from the insurance company! We're certainly looking forward to that.
Career-wise, husband has held steady though he did have a mishap with a bush. This turned out to be a snafu of major proportions that should have been absolutely nothing. Fortunately husband held fast and we have our fingers crossed that the long-term damage was minimal. The bush ultimately lost whatever battle this was.
Husband also put in a lot of shitters, buried two calves, and spent a lot of time looking at the sky praying for rain. The hay crop was a real bummer this year. Oh, and the bull went lame, too. We bought another one; he likes donuts.
As for me, I developed vertigo in February and still struggle with that, though it's much better and at least I can stand up and drive again. In September I thought I was having a heart attack but I I guess I wasn't, and now we're all standing by waiting for me to get a second mammogram because the doctors didn't like the one I did in November! Boy howdy, it just doesn't get more funner than this, does it?
I also lost two of my freelance clients, not through anything I did but just because it was time for those projects to end. This left a big hole in my pocket that I've yet to fill, in part because my health has been so wishy washy. Better luck next year and all that.
Also, the folks who rented from us decided to vacate six months earlier than we'd anticipated, nevermind the contract. Nothing like an unexpected renovation to liven things up! Did you know that green crayon won't come off the shower walls? Neither did we until now!
As for next year, we're looking forward to working every single day of the week (unless we're sick) just like this past one. Maybe it'll rain and the hay crop will be better, whatcha think?
That's all for now, I gotta go catch a possum and boil 'em for dinner. Ya'll come!
********
Of course, none of that, absolutely none of it, made it into a single Christmas card. . . .
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