A for Effort, B for....

A couple of posts ago, I happily mentioned that I probably wouldn't be mailing Christmas cards out of a variety of reasons (none of which are that I don't love Christmas - believe me, I LOVE Christmas!). Well, the guilt got to me. I could tell Jason was kind of bummed and we keep getting such nice cards from people including dear old Grandma Reba from Arkansas who sent not one but four cards to us - one for each child, and one for J and I - how cute is she? Then yesterday I was visiting a friend and I admired her mantel full of Christmas cards from friends and family, so as I was driving home I resolved to get myself onto the Snapfish website and get the whole thing done and over with ASAP so I could sleep at night again.

Everything was going perfect. I found something I liked, ordered it and picked it up this morning at the drugstore, got my address list, and got to work on it right away because I was not going to drag this thing out. I was even sort of enjoying myself! So I was about halfway done when James comes up to me, and I was thinking he was going to ask me for a snack, but NO! Without any warning he BARFED! All over me. And all over the remaining envelopes. AAAAAAH! It was so weird. And then he was perfectly fine and back to normal. I am not feeling very encouraged.

So HALF my cards went out today!