Every year Justin and I both receive at least one of those horrid Christmas letters that absolutely drive you bat shit insane and make you question your own genes. Sometimes they're even accompanied by family photos, or pictures of the little crotch fruits (hands down the BEST reference to children I've ever heard by another one of my favorite Bloggers - Midwestern Mama). They're always pious and self-indulgent while managing to be infuriatingly superior. It's disgusting.
Blessed and hallowed happy holiday season to our family, loved ones, friends, and a most honorable Feast of Qot baVol to our Klingon chat room komrades. ”Jach vaD Quch Daq joH'a', Hoch SoH puHmey!” to you too!
This year has been a truly wondrous and fruitful one; we can only hope that this seasons greeting reaches your family in a similar condition, though the possibility of besting our annum must be slim. Where to begin…
We moved into a new abode – new to US anyway! – one that affords ample space for our weekly Dungeons and Dragons quests. The lair stands at a solid 111.483 m² and Justin believes that the materials used to construct our dwelling were fabricated by Vikings. Although they are not native to this area, Justin has an incredible sensitivity to the origins of architecture. For the first time ever we are offered adequate bathing facilities due our disposition (although Justin’s rash is clearing up nicely and the doctor believes there will be minimal scarring). By using the lavatory located in the basement, Justin has really done wonders to lessen the smell permeating the house and all the linens (my hair is beginning to smell normal once more!).
Tara is still actively involved in her celebrity look-alike vegetable collection. She recently added an uncanny Jersey Royal potato Jack Nicholson and is very excited to blog about her find. She has also reached the level of Grand Magistrate in her Lord of the Rings role playing guild. She has been working tirelessly with other concerned members of the community and within her Prevention and Eradication group on the annihilation of the Agrilus Planipennis Fairmaire, more commonly referred to as the Emerald Ash Borer. The invasive, wood-boring beetle has attacked the flesh of our mother earth trees in 13 states and was originally discovered in Michigan. Tara asks that you do your part this year to help put a stop to the merciless slaughter of our arboreal friends by promising not to move firewood from one location to another.
Justin has also been busy this year. He recently completed a tour of the elementary schools in Columbus, warning of the dangers of the frontal hug. Work has been going well; he’s only electrocuted himself four times this year! He has experienced no major side effects, but is still unable to focus one eye. Irritable bowel symptoms are a thing of the past now due in large part to his prosthetic derriere. He is able to venture out into public now for nearly three hours without incident! We are finally able to participate in our weekly Kathak classes, which is the ancient storytelling dance of India (we were declined membership due to one of his ‘incidents’ until something could be done to curb them).
We hope your Christmas brings much joy and happiness and that Santa fulfills all your Yuletide wishes. I know WE’RE both hoping Santa got our letter including our much needed support socks and panty hose!
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!
- We really do have a clawfoot bathtub, a sink, and toilet in our basement. We were told when the house was built (1906) that men and women did not bathe together and so they built a bathroom in the basement. CREEEEEPY!
- Dangers of the frontal hug inspired by the extremely informative and highly motivational Christian Side Hug Rap video. AMAZING video. I have no idea how they keep a straight face through this, but props to them.