I’m one of those people - the ones who write a Christmas newsletter each year. However, with understanding that many people find this sort of behavior irritating, I do my best to spice the normal who-did-what up with humor. So, this is what went out this year…
It’s been a pretty quiet year. Cheryl was concentrating on school, taking three courses in the spring. Cayce was concentrating on the business, still trying to make a go of it. The kids were… um… honey, where are the kids?
I kid, of course. The kids had a good year, Eoin played another couple seasons of soccer, Aine tried it, but returned to gymnastics. Both are doing well in school. But, really… as we go back over the year there’s just not a lot that stands out in the “I can make that funny” sense. We’re just not quite in the holiday spirit. We sort of go through a cycle, I guess: two years on and one year off. We have a tree this year, but whether due to laziness or just being busy, we have utterly failed to roll out any outside decorations. The usual list Cheryl makes of what went on in the past year that prompts me on what to write has yet to materialize and, well it’s the 15th and there’s a deadline. So, I’ve given it a lot of thought (and by “a lot” what I mean is “very little”), and I’m just gonna tell you this story of my evening last night, and hope that you find it funny (cause it is).
The first sign of trouble greeted me as I walked through the door. As the story goes, to what do my wondering eyes should appear… In this case, what appeared was my wife, Cheryl. At the sink. With a plunger.
“We have a problem.”
