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impyIt never fails. I buy my cards, find my address books [of which I have carefully put all two people in the one and then they promptly moved], and then... I lose all track of time and it's a week before Christmas. I swear, I always mean to send them out so you can enjoy the glittery joy all month, no matter what holiday, but no. I fail. You're lucky to get them before February. Gifts, I might add, are running late. Again, lucky to get before February. :P
Hell hath frozen! I get to hear Bing and David again. :D
Sweet, in that, "I could kick you in the shins at any time" sort of way.
This is my spot. Get your own.
All the skeeters in all the world live in that bush, but they only come out if you actually touch it. So don't. Ever. Even if the cat runs in and starts hissing. Just don't.
Like I said. NEVER.
Love!
Hell hath frozen! I get to hear Bing and David again. :D
Sweet, in that, "I could kick you in the shins at any time" sort of way.
This is my spot. Get your own.
All the skeeters in all the world live in that bush, but they only come out if you actually touch it. So don't. Ever. Even if the cat runs in and starts hissing. Just don't.
Like I said. NEVER.
Love!
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Date: 2007-12-19 06:43 am (UTC)Also, you'd be surprised at how quickly the post office gets shit done in December. Things get from one coast to the other with lightning speed! I would say you'd have until Friday morning to mail cards at the extreme latest and have them arrive before Christmas.