[baseballmom]

'My eye is wasted away from grief, my soul and my body also. For my life is spent with sorrow, and my years with sighing. My strength has failed because of my iniquity, and my body has wasted away. Because of all my adversaries, I have become a reproach, especially to my neighbors, and an object of dread to my acquaintances. Those who see me in the street flee from me. I am forgotten as a dead man, out of mind. I am like a broken vessel.'

Thanks. I'm going to include that in my Christmas letter this year.

ROFLOL. Thanks. Laughter really is the best medicine.

[snopercod]

I'm just so sick of those Christmas letters touting the family trip to Fiji, the kids being awarded Nobel prizes, and all about the trip across the country in the million-dollar motor home.

A few miles from me, there is a run-down single-wide with trash and abandoned cars scattered all around. Pigs and chickens running free. I am really temped to take a picture and send out photo cards with it. Then add something like, "Pa is out of jail now and has finished fixing up the house. Ma can walk again, so she helps with the garden when she's sober..."