It's also Dec. 1, so I guess I could work on addressing cards too. But Hubby left me for a guys' night, so once I got the kiddos in bed, my butt was planted firmly on the couch with control of the remote. Don't get me wrong, I am not so girly that I don't enjoy some of his testosterone-laden shows (Mythbusters, Deadliest Catch, Stormchasers), but every once in awhile I need a dose of some good car-accident TV. You know, on the networks that when he walks into the room he looks at the lower right corner, looks at me, looks back at the TV and shakes his head.
So the cards can wait until tomorrow.