write regularly.
Dang.
But life gets in the way -
and when you're a wee bit ADD -
each day contains millions of tiny little things...
every once in awhile they are productive too!
But today I had to share.
I crack myself up - pretty regularly...myself that is - no one else.
So even though this is Halloween - let me present you with my Christmas letter I just sent my children and husband, entitled -
Time to Talk:
Hi Gang,
It's time to have this talk. By now you all know the truth about Santa.
He's a double agent.
On the one hand, he presents you with gifts that you need, that you can not or will spend the money on -
despite its need.
On the other hand, nothing fills his sense of accomplishment more than presenting you with that one item,
that object of your heart's desire,
that once again - is out of your reach or reason.
In short, he provides the socks AND the shiny, electric gizmo.
Yes, yes I did say gizmo.
So while I understand today is a day full of sugar induced comas, and frenetic parents everywhere -
you need to set aside some time giving thought to Santa's assignment for 2014.
Time is ticking, and I know his elves are starting their power play on Monday (big hockey fans those elves).
Get out there - plan those lists for Santa's alter egos, and get them to me ASAP!
This message will not only NOT self destruct, but the absence of a response might encourage a certain spunky Cuban woman to start persistent pestering.
Glad we had this chat - carry on.
xo - me
Not chuckling? That's okay - I am. Carry on (as PH would say - right?)
