The next day, we got four cards in the mail.
"When are you sending out our cards?" asked The Man.
"I'm not. I'm letting myself skip it this year."
He looked a bit confused by this announcement, but I must have sounded unbendable about it because that was as far as the conversation went. A few days later, The Girl asked about cards.
"What do you mean you're just not doing cards? Scrooge!" She pouted her cute face at me.
"I just don't want to. It doesn't sound like fun and it's supposed to be a holiday, not a giant obligation fest."
"Hey, it's my decision and my time. If you want to do cards, feel free."
Seeing that I was completely outwitted, I took my leave.
Then three things happened. First I found a box and half of cards left over from last year. More than enough to cover the tight part of the family and a few on the side. Hmmm.
Then I found five sheets of labels from last year, two signature label sheets, one return address, and then two blog promotion sheets. Last year I seriously over made labels. Double hmmmm.
Then The Man came home with stamps. Christmas stamps. One book of twenty.
Okay, fine. Twenty (or so) lucky people will get a real, mailed Christmas card from the Andersons. As for the rest of you, I actually found an e-card that I like. It's quite a piece of work. And one of you out there will be getting both a real card AND the e-card. Who is the lucky person? Wait and see.