I've been putting together our Christmas cards over the last couple of evenings. We're just sending out a small batch to our relatives. As I was addressing the envelopes I realized that we didn't have the latest address for some of my uncles. So I wrote the name on the envelope, filled out the return address, and put on a stamp, but left the rest of the envelopes blank until I got a chance to get the right contact information from home.
Today I called home and got the addresses. Except, unfortunately, they didn't have all of the addresses either, so one of my cards was left with just the name on the front.
I then decided, since it's the week of Christmas and all, that it might be a great idea to gather up all the finished cards, hike myself over to the post office, and drop them in the mailbox. Only, as I discovered when I got back to my office, I didn't just mail out all the finished cards; I mailed out all the cards.
Which means that today I mailed a card from Matt and Laura, 1515 Jefferson Davis Hwy. Apt. 723, Arlington, VA 22202, and to "Bernie and Tammy."
Last week I had the strangest dream
Where everything was exactly how it seemed