One tradition that I’ve always been a sucker for is holiday cards. I’ve been sending out my own cards since I was about 16.* Now I am currently facing the dilemma of what kind of cards I want to send out this year and that’s good because it means I’m not procrastinating and it gives me something to think about other than, “Oh my god, what was I thinking going to grad school? I’m going to die.”
I was just telling Angela about all of this. I’m very tempted to have this picture turned into a card:
Then the inside would say something like, “Happy Holidays. Or whatever.” I took that of us at the beach last year and I think it’s very…us. Cranky. Squinty. Wearing hoodies. Messy hair. Eye bags. All of that. The only downfall, of course, is that the baby isn’t in it.
I’m such a sucker for pretty xmas cards that have like Walt Whitman and Robert Frost quotes in them and shit, though.
*At least that’s how I remember it. I could be totally making that up.