Postcards are awesome!!

Prada For Breakfast


Snail mail is one of my favorite things to receive. There’s nothing like opening your mailbox and (after sorting through all the junk catalogues and bills) finding a letter from one of your best friends, or even a Christmas card from distant relatives. There’s a quality to handwritten mail (and postcards, short as they may be) that just can’t be surpassed with smart phones, Facebook, and tweets.

As far as postcards are concerned, they’re super easy to send and require much less effort than letters, but are just as wonderful to receive! In my experience, the funnier and shorter the message the better — the dull (and jealousy-generating) “We’re in Ireland, it’s so beautiful here! Miss you!” will never beat something hilarious or an inside joke. I’ve gotten some pretty funny postcards from friends, and I’ve saved every one.

Postcards are not only a great way to catch up…

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Festivus Shmestivus.

I love Christmas. And giving gifts. And seeing how happy it makes people. I usually, however, have a rather difficult time choosing just the right gift for its recipient – and that’s why I’m that so flabbergasted that I chose to be a part of this awesome event: Festivus.

And as expected, I’m completely at a loss. I can’t think of anything super-cool to pick for my giftee: this person is an amazing writer, and has the most unbelievably awesome sense of humor. I only wish I had that sense of humor. My gift wishes I had that sense of humor.

I don’t want my gift to be too obvious, and I don’t want it to be such that whatever joke I’m thinking of when I choose it isn’t gotten. That’ll likely happen. That’s just me.

Oh, Festivus, how you confuse me. And Christmas. And most other gift-giving holidays.

Most? Of course I mean all.

cookies and milk

It’s almost Christmas.

We put up our tree a couple weeks ago (I know, it’s sacrilegious – before Thanksgiving!) and little man is incredibly enamored with the ornaments and the feel of the branches and needles. He tests us, of course – pulls at an ornament instead of just poking at it – but watches us for our reactions as he does, always with a grin on his face. He’s such a ham.

I wrapped some of the presents for little man and his cousin last night, and put some under the tree. I wasn’t sure if they would be noticed – silly, of course – and they were. This morning first thing they were poked and inspected. I don’t know why I was surprised; he may be only 14 months, but he’s smart, and though I’m thrilled he’s a smarty-pants, it’s kinda scary. I’m not looking forward to the day he outsmarts us. It’s bound to happen.

I am really starting to get into the Christmas spirit – especially because of little man. I just wish we had some (gulp) snow. I hate the stuff, but it really helps to make it feel more Christmasy out there. With the tree on and a blanket on my lap, it’s comforting, almost. Makes me feel like I’m a kid again, but this is so much better. Instead of the one being surprised by Santa and presents and wonderment and awe and magic and all that awesomeness, I get to do it for munchkin. I’m so excited to just totally make him wonder where everything came from and how Santa got down the chimney and how the reindeer fly and if Santa eats our cookies and milk but eats everyone else’s cookies and milk won’t he be too full to eat at the next house? and everything. Having a kid around just makes the holiday so much more fun.

I’m excited to share the magic.