Mailing Christmas Cards

I wondered if I could get my husband to help me address Christmas cards, as I had so much to do.

I arranged everything we needed, then hopefully pulled up a chair and said, “Come on, Dear, let’s get these out of the way.”

He glanced at the array on the table, turned away and went into the den, only to return moments later with a high stack of cards, stamped, sealed, and addressed.

“They’re last year’s,” he said. “I forgot to mail them. Now let’s go out to dinner and relax.”

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