You know, some things seem like a good idea at the time. Things like opening that gift bottle of wine that lay chilling in the fridge–just a little something to make a party of Christmas cards. So fun!
Until you awake the next morning to read the response to your address confirmation, made midway through the Christmas card hullabaloo:
“Stuart . . . not Stewart . . . but other than that, yes, it’s correct!”
Even with the address right in front of me, I couldn’t get it straight. Imagine all that could have gone awry when I actually attempted to string sentences together.
Oh well, only nine days ’til Christmas, my friends–Cheers!