There's this guy in his forties and his wife gets pregnant with twins and he builds an addition on their house but before he's done his wife has the babies and then he has to stay home and take care of the kids and finish the house and do a bunch of other stuff too. Also there's a really big dog with emotional problems.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
I can tell I'm a parent because my Christmas cards are lame
Despite my lack of Christmas spirit, I’ve been in the habit of writing holiday update letters to send out to friends and family for the better part of the last decade. This started as a modest undertaking, but over time has become a bit of a competition between my current self and previous years’ selves, to pack as much information, humor, and incisive social commentary as possible into two pages of single-spaced, 8-point sans serif.
Last year’s letter was as elaborate and dense as a mail-order fruitcake, and probably devoured with just as much enthusiasm by its recipients.
I'm over at Aiming Low today, and you should totally go over there and read and bitch about the lame cards you got this Christmas. But as a Beta Dad exclusive, here are some pics from Christmas, taken by my ridiculously talented sister-in-law: