Friday – Holiday Humble Pie

Today on my drive into work, I was thinking about my traditional No News is Good News Christmas newsletter that I send out with my holiday cards, and how writing it this year forced me to put a lot of things into perspective. I was forced - practically at gunpoint - to realize that the things I've been thinking of as my "problems" are petty little irritations that don't amount to a hill of beans. Realizing that I don't have any real problems has made me feel like a jerk and put me in a sour mood, because there is nothing we humans like better than wallowing in a pool of our own self pity, and mine just evaporated in front of my eyes. So here I sit, presents to wrap, a tree to decorate, Christmas cards to write, and nothing to wallow in. My favorite part of Christmas is officially shot to hell.

( I'd like to make lemonade, but all I have on hand are these sour grapes. )

Speaking of Christmas cards...

Who wants one? Because I'm making my card list now. If you gave me your address last year, I still need it again because I am too damn lazy to go looking for my post from a year ago. For all I know, those people have either moved, unfriended me, or both, and I'm not waisting a stamp on them.

I need a name the post office will recognize, an address, and if you live outside of the United States, a country. Also, let me know if you want a copy of my No News is Good News Christmas Newsletter.

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