Carded
Waitaminit. Sending out Christmas cards is a domestic task largely the domain of women? Why didn’t I get that memo?
Anyway, if you want one from our crowded and cozy home, just send me your mailing address (you’ll have to fix the ‘at’ sign damn spambots). You won’t get it before Christmas, but you’ll get it.
We (meaning me, the woman who bothers to do this) sent yours in spirit, if not tangible form. I pooped out before the last two cards were sent, and today I figured well, kind of late. Sorry!