It's Christmas Eve!
So I walked into the Post Office to buy some pretty stamps. I picked out these beauties: If you can't read this it says LOVE. The woman behind the counter said, "I think we're out of those," and turned to her colleague. "Are we out of LOVE?" and the other woman replied, "Oh, Honey, I'm never out of Love." Let's raise a glass to the United States Postal Service. I've been worrying that I haven't bought enough Christmas presents for my family; it's hard to find something Arthur really wants, Molly doesn't like to get clothes for gifts because, she says, "I have my own style." Jessie doesn't like "stuff." I love wrapping presents, I love finding the perfect gift, but that doesn't always happen at Christmas and buying something just to do it feels futile and a little like over-eating. This week's New Yorker has a cartoon with two kids looking at the pile of presents under the tree. One sa...