Whitney and Ryan conversation:
Me: I need to write a blogpost, but I don’t wanna. I don’t feel funny.
Ryan: You just told me that you are pregnant with salmonella.
Me: THAT’S NOT FUNNY. THAT IS SERIOUS.
I am not going to give you any back-story.
Christmas Cards
Now that I’m married, I have to fake being an adult and do things like
go to work send out Christmas cards. Whoever
whomever? started this tradition which forces me to stress about, and then send pictures of myself to people who don’t remember me, was an idiot. I’m googling this idiot.
John Calcott Horsley 1817-1903.
He doesn't really look like he invented the Christmas card, but I guess everyone needs a hobby.
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| “I invented Christmas cards and child abuse because THOSE STUPID KIDS WON’T STAND STILL AND I JUST WANT THIS PICTURE TO CAPTURE HOW BEAUTIFUL OUR FAMILY IS. PLEASE JUST THIS ONCE. FOR MOMMY. MOMMY IS GOING TO CRY AND USE PHOTOSHOP.” |
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Thankfully, I am not a mommy, and I have no idea how to use photoshop. I’m not sending out Christmas cards because I like to push the hilarious boundaries that a flamboyant British man established in the 1800s. BUT, I will show
you my Christmas card and EVEN write an annoying Christmas letter filled with stuff that I think is cool about my life, but that significantly lowers your respect for me because you thought that I spent my time rescuing orphans, but really I just spent a year playing Super Mario and eating.
Dear estranged family members and people whom I don’t know but came to my wedding,
Well, it’s that time of year again! That time of year when implied social law demands that I send you a card which inclides
with pictures of a baby in a lobster pot adorable pictures, a witty one-liner, and an out-of-context Bible verse. I couldn’t fit my Bible verse on my card, but here is one of my holiday favorites:
“I wish those who unsettle you would emasculate themselves!”
Galatians 5:12
May you all carefully reflect on Paul’s words during this holiday season.
I would like to thank those of you who sent us Christmas cards and letters! It was so nice to see that those kids you have
that I forgot about have grown up so well! Really starting to look like mommy and daddy aren’t they? How wonderful. Make sure you give my phone number to the one who looks like George Clooney once he turns eighteen. Haha, I’m just making awkward jokes because I can. Many of you asked us if we have yet to be blessed with a child. And then when we so "no," you recommend that "we get going." What a well-though-out
completely inappropriate comment! No, Ryan and I do not have kids, because I met one once. Also, I will have no idea what to do with it. If it’s a girl, I’ll have to tell her she's not fat, and also invent ways to raise her self-esteem. And outlaw Barbies. Unless it's like...Oily Complex Barbie. If it’s a boy, that means that the toilet seat will be left up twice as much, and consequently, I will fall in the toilet twice as much. I’ll still include a picture of a baby though. A baby in a lobster pot.
As far as what I’ve done with my life this year, I once acted out an episode of Jersey Shore. Ryan has been much more prolific, but he also acted out an episode of Jersey Shore. We have a cat. I threaten to drop-kick it a lot. I do drop-kick it a lot.
Love,
Whitney, Ryan, and Rimsky
PS Enclosed is the address “of the apartment I am moving to, so please send next year’s Christmas card here.”
New Address
Nope. I’m not creative enough to think of a fake address.
PS that has unrelated to the Christmas letter. We have a fan page up on facebook now because I want to meet Tina Fey. Don’t try to make the connection.
-Whitney
