The seventy people whose combined efforts of seventy-three cards made me this year's winner in the annual Dad-n-Bekah card contest. The official final score was 73-49.
Why is it that every year I am driven to absolute obsessiveness to win, and then I feel bad when I do? Dad's such a good sport to put up with it. I think I take comfort in knowing that he does not send a single card and I send a ton - so if you look at it in that light - he actually wins.
And you can know that next year's card design is already under construction!! I'm excited about it. Although I realize that having the design in mind on JANUARY FOURTH says something about my OCD nature. Probably not a good thing. I prefer to think it's part of my charm.
Congrats, Dad, on a race well run!
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