For some reason that I have yet to figure out, my mom trusts me with the task of creating holiday cards for her every year. I don't know why she does this, because, as I've mentioned here before, I am constantly doing things to mess with my mom (joining facebook for her, changing messages on her answering machine, changing the name on her e-mail account to Marsha Brady, etc.). So, why, dear readers, why does she trust me with creating holiday cards for her without even so much as asking for a proof beforehand? She secretly likes it, I imagine.
This year, I've included a bunch of wacky pictures of her that make her look like a borderline whack job, with a caption that reads: From all of us here in the Anita Anderson family.