So in looking through My Documents, I noticed one that was titled “Christmas Letter.” I opened it wondering whom the letter was from. Friends have emailed their Christmas letters to me in recent years, but I couldn’t place which one I had saved. You can imagine my surprise when I discovered that the author of the letter was me… well us… since we didn’t send a Christmas letter. Actually we never even finished the one we started.
A letter sitting there with no recipients, just waiting to be read. So morsel readers, I pass it along to you. You might want to take this time to get some egg nog and put on your Kenny G. Christmas c.d.. Once you recover from that, please be the home for our Christmas 2007 letter to you.
Christmas (news)Letter from the Gregorys Volume IWe’ve taken it upon ourselves to compose a Christmas (news)letter to all those whom we have come to appreciate in our lives. So if you’re receiving this, that means that at the very least we like you (that is, unless the post office delivered this to the wrong address and you decided to read someone else’s mail. In that case, we my or may not like you. Since you’re committing a federal offense by reading this, we’re not starting off on a good note). At any rate, consider this volume one of many years to come. Just think, by the time we’re 50, you could have a collector’s set. You can auction it off on the eBay of the future. Who knows? With inflation it could be worth a dollar…if you keep and sell the stamps.
So, on to the (news)letter. It’s been an adventure packed year. Check out an article or two. Should you be curious, bored or stuck in an airport, you can read them all.
Janelle Took Some Time to Smell the Roses…All 20 Dozen of Them
On January 26th, Janelle came home from her job shining shoes excited about the possibility of receiving one of three seasons of Arrested Development she had ordered (if you’ve not seen this show, stop reading this immediately. Go rent, buy, borrow or steal season 1 right now. The letter can wait. Good wit can’t). When she came in, she asked her roommate, Liz, if any packages had come. Liz said that one had, and that she had put it in her bedroom.
Janelle bounced up the stairs anxious to get the DVDs. When she started to open the door, she noticed a dozen roses on the chair by the door. She was very puzzled as to why the package was roses and not DVDs. Rather than entering, she stood there befuddled not realizing that on the other side of the door was Brandon, a ring and the other 228 roses. Oh, and she did, in fact, get her DVDs that day.
The Cat’s Meow…is More of a Squeak
Though Brandon had wanted a cat for some time, Janelle had decided that it wouldn’t be practical at this time in their lives. That is, until we visited Petfinder.com. (Don’t ever go there unless you actually want a pet. Because you’ll get one.) So on October 4th, they welcomed Fancesca Rosaline Alexandria Gregory III—a.k.a. Franny—into their lives. For those in the know, she’s a Ragdoll/Himalayan mix.
Although we’ve had her but two short months, the thought of life without Franny seems dreadfully sad. As of writing this, we’re looking into adopting a second cat—a Snowshoe/Siamese mix. We don’t want to go crazy with the cats, though, so we’re cutting ourselves off after five.
St. Rescue Takes Extended Break… Dozens are Saddened
Brandon’s band, St. Rescue, has decided to take a much-needed break until we find a new place to practice. In addition to Brandon’s wedding to Janelle, our drummer is getting married in April, one of our guitarists has a daughter due in April, and our frontman just had a daughter (his third child) in October and had to take over our practice space to make room for her. These are the things that usually break up bands (go listen to “Summer of ‘69”), so if we do manage to get back together, we’ll be ahead of the game.
