Miles is napping next to me with his butt up in the air.

I’m trying to get our Christmas card addresses in order.  It’s sort of a wasteful thing to do, throwing all that paper around and spending money on the cards and stamps, but it’s an indulgence I enjoy.  It’s so nice around the holidays to find good stuff in the mail every day.  I know some people don’t like those form letters with the family updates, but I always enjoy it when someone includes one, so I do it too.  If people are offended, then they don’t have to read it.  That’s a weird thing to be offended about if you ask me, but people can be very touchy.

We cut our list way down last year because I was giantly pregnant and thought I was too tired to do too much.

HAHAHAHA

That’s me remembering what I thought “tired” meant back in the old days.

Anyway, I realized it’s not that much more difficult to send 50 cards than 20, so I’m beefing the numbers back up this year.  If you’d like one, give me your address (I must restrict this to people I actually know; the Internet is too giant and potentially weird for me to start sending photos of my baby to people I’ve never really met).

Yes, I realize I post pictures of my baby on here.  For some reason sending a physical card seems more intimate.  Also, I’m too tired to defend the various inconsistencies of my life.  I’ll call on my usual response when someone (read:  Denny) calls me on oxymoronic behavior:  the modern woman is conflicted.

I’m not a religious person, but I do enjoy Christmas (or general holiday or whatever) cards and celebrations.  I figure there’s nothing wrong with celebrating with your loved ones, and if a particular time of year is a good time to do it, then why not.  Besides, the modern woman is conflicted.