Christmas Newsletter Fail

I have decided.  I don’t need to write a Christmas newsletter anymore.

I have Facebook.

The newsletter is obsolete.  

No really, the newsletter is for bragging about awesomeness, right?

Well, seriously, isn’t Facebook for bragging about awesomeness?

like bragging about how awesome my kids were when they assembled the tree?

About bragging about how I got into the tough nursing program?

And about how I ran an XYZ minute PR on XYZ date at XYZ race?

So why do I need to write a newsletter….

Not only that, but the status updates of my friends never fail to keep me up to date on their children & the greatness that their children produce in the form of art, music, glue facials, and grades.  So many trees will be saved this year, all thanks to Facebook.

Of course, part of the reason that I don't write a newsletter this year is because of it's obnoxiousness....  

Dear Family & Friends,

We hope this year has been as good to you as it has been for us.  This year has been exceptional on many levels. 

GBA gf’s parenting skillz reached an all time high when she threatened to sell the kids on e-bay enough that our youngest child threatened just this week to sell Daddy.  We’re not anticipating a lot of income off that endeavor, but B’nut is hopeful that we make enough to go back to Disney World.

As a family we scored a new babysitter.  She’s remarkable, and lovely.  And has “mad basketball skills”, and #1 Son’s really hoping he grows very tall very fast in the hopes that she might agree to marry him, or at least teach him to play basketball in the near future.

C has survived the first 13 weeks of middle school with some quickly passing tears and minimal cussing.  Ok, there was some cussing & crying by mommy, not too much though.

It was a near miss, but GBA gf did not choose to drop H's cat off at the SPCA, even after it sprayed her new Brooks Adrenaline....

Yes, I think probably we should just skip the letter and send out a photo card instead...