Go ahead, choose not to believe me: I swear I had Christmas cards ready to send out this year. But then…I didn’t. And today I looked at the calendar and soiled myself because really, Christmas? You’re happening this week? I know that sending out a card isn’t the Reason for the Season, but I got real crafty pre-Thanksgiving and I swear I started making holiday cards. No, for real! The Future Mrs. Smith got me some rockin’ paper punches for Criffmiff this year and I really just went to town.
Y’all will get them next year, I kind of promise. Until then, here’s a highly unpersonal mass electronic holiday message for your perusal:
(Clockwise from top left: dangerously long straws at Taco Bueno, Tulsa, OK; draaankin on the lake outside Dallas, TX; the infamous Toaster from earlier this year gets trashed; the Gay Dolphin Gift Cove, Myrtle Beach, SC; remnants from the newest Panda Express here in town; and I really like Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.)