'Tis the season for writing holiday cards and sending love and warm wishes (and silly photocards) to friends and the fambam.
I've written/sent just over 20. My hands hurt. My stamps are depleted. My warm wishes are running low. Alas, 'twas totally worth it.
My mailbox has only been graced with one card so far. From Ms Borquita, of the Portland persuasion. I attribute this to the fact that it is still early and more are to come. Or, like in this lady's case, something is terribly wrong. Maybe I should call the police.