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It's a point of pride that I get my holiday cards out early. Like, the-day- after-Thanksgiving early.

Why am I hung up on this? I have no idea. It's just more of the Type-A nuttiness I'm mired in. And before you judge, remember: were I not so obsessive-compulsive, I probably wouldn't have ever finished one novel, much less multiple books.

The funny thing is that my early holiday cards are starting to generate snarkiness from the recipients. I'm getting cards back with notes suggesting that I'm obnoxiously early in expressing my holiday cheer. One correspondent even told me that it was a sign I needed to have more children.

"You know, it's not like it's a competition," I said to George.

"Come off it. You're always smug about getting the cards out early," he said.

This from the man who's pledged to love me until he dies.

"I am not smug. I'm just organized," I said.

He snorted in response.

And maybe -- just maybe -- he has a point. Maybe I am the slightest, tiniest bit smug about getting my cards out early. Because if it is a competition, than guess who wins?

Me!

But, you know. In a very merry sort of way.

Posted 14 December 2005 at 04:45 PM