Forward: I was feeling super grumpy when I wrote this. I know it sounds kind of bitter, but I am good now.
Each year my family receives multiple family newsletters from extended family and friends. They are usually several pages long and extol the virtues of every one of their family members — the baby who got her first tooth, the third grader who scored two goals this soccer season, the goals they have to remodel their homes, the grandmother who moved in with them and made them so happy to be together. Blah, blah, blah, blah blah.
No one ever includes the rotten things that happened to them that year. So, this is my official, unofficial 2010 first annual Christmas newsletter with no happy embellishments or cherries on top.
This year, we had to buy a used, slightly skanky car after my beloved VW Vanagon died and required more money to repair than we make in six months.
This year, my mother and father-in-law moved away and their two grown children came to live near us (one of them with us). *aside* While this is not truly bad it does merit a mention.
This year, our teenage son had to have major surgery on his leg because of a non-ossifying fibroma. He now has a rod in his calf.
This year, our eldest daughter got an electrical burn and had to be rushed to the burn unit at Harborview Medical Center in Seattle.
This year, I finished a degree and couldn't find a job to save my life.
This year, I found a job and it may just kill me.
This year, our dog went missing and was never found.
Merry Christmas and Happy stinkin' New Year!