Only 2 exciting days left!
Don’t I look like I’m going to a job interview?
And doesn’t this Santa look sketchy? I’m sure I didn’t notice.
See that piece of paper in my hand? The previous year when I wrote Santa a letter, he handed it to one of the elves and said, “Put this in her file.”
I HAVE A FILE!?!?!?!?
So this year, I confidently handed Santa my letter and said: “For your file.”
That piece of paper in my hands? I decided to write Santa a letter with my Christmas list that I could hand him, so he’d have a written reference. He wouldn’t have to remember, or count on an elf to write it down correctly. Proof I have been ridiculously practical since the beginning of time.
Stripes and ponytails! No wonder Santa is making that face.
How come Santa is always looking at my sister in these photos. Although in this one, she is coming apart at the seams.
I’m wearing a white tie!
Don’t you love our tights?
Already working the double chin.
I look like I’m afraid I’m about to get eaten by a monster.
Summer: This is the match day ritual.
Last week I was reading some story online and the person was dealing with finances. One super bright and forward thinking commenter suggested getting another job such as newspaper delivery.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Who gets newspapers anymore?
Well, we do. But we’re the olds. Is there anyone under 30 who has newspaper delivery?
Historically, during the holidays our delivery person gives us a Holiday Greeting which is really information on how to send them a tip. We always send something. Last year the delivery family had a list of about 8 newspapers they were delivering. A couple months later we got a note from them that they’d lost the contract because someone underbid them.
I don’t think there’s a whole lot of opportunity in newspaper delivery.
I’m having insomnia issues this week and I wake up at 3am when the paper comes. The new guy stops the car, turns it off and then does who-knows-what for a few minutes. Then the car door opens, the paper hits the front door, and the car door closes. Then he restarts the car, drives next door and the whole thing starts all over again. This seems staggeringly inefficient. Plus, don’t car starters wear out? To add to my late night anxiety, I’m dreading the day the car won’t restart. What will he do? Does he have a cellphone? Is there someone who can drive out and help him at 3am? Will he wish he’d just thrown the paper out the window without stopping like the old paper delivery people did?
Now there’s two of us. And that lamp!
