The Card's in the Mail. Flee While You Still Can.

My sinuses have precluded me from being at all interesting this week.  That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.

And also, thanks, Hublet, for sharing the germs with me that have led to my sinus trauma, a surfeit of phlegm, and my total inability to think or amuse!  Yep, I'm blaming you for my shortcomings.  Because it's easier than trying to, you know, overcome them.

I'd like to take this opportunity to ask those of you on our Christmas card list to please keep in mind that the photo adorning your card was selected by The Boy.  Because he is VERY VERY PROUD of the fact that he recently lost a tooth.  Which explains his expression in the photo.  And also?  The top of Hublet's head was totally there when I looked at the online proofs.  And that the misshapen lumpy thing that appears to be the left side of my hairdo is actually my folks' Christmas tree.  I know it doesn't seem like it at first glance, but please do me the favor of looking more closely.  I don't have a tumor, and was having only a moderately bad hair day.  Finally, no, I don't know why Hublet appears to be leaning to the right.  It was an awkward pose, and I'm thinking he might have been about to fall over.  But I do love the way that Hublet's smile totally mirrors The Boy's, even though Hublet hasn't recently lost a tooth.  If nothing else, you may want to keep this photo as irrevocable proof that I was merely a mode of transport for The Boy during his gestation, as he looks NOTHING like me.

Or maybe you can file it under "Failed familial experiments - why having Christmas card photos made two mornings after a bloat-inducing Thanksgiving dinner while hopped up on decongestants and trying to get ahead of the travel rush" is perhaps not my best idea ever.