It is so like me to write about a million (okay, it was only 13) thank-you notes the day after Christmas, seal them up, label them, and then let them sit for over a week because I’m too lazy to address them and go get stamps. Seriously. Story of my life.
3/365: Close, But No Cigar
(click to enlarge, but really, it’s just a stack of unsent thank-you cards)