…to a man.

Are there people whose emails fill you with dread because of the imminent threat of an angel’s blessing or urban legend nonsense inside?

I don’t even open one person’s email anymore and she’s my sister in law!

Okay, I know that a scant few stories and blessings truly are that; a feel good break in the day that feeds the soul. Much more is just like plurk: a gigantic waste of time and energy.

So, thanks to all those well meaning people who have fed my many insecurities and phobias through my email inbox by forwarding stuff that you don’t even read yourself!

Just for fun… and oddly enough, I got this in an email… ;-)

Beneath the fold:

The year I married Arthur, our first year in our new home… I had YsD do this to my hair.

Click for a larger, scarier view if you’re so inclined.

I’m still tripping down memory lane… Must be the New Year.

A Christmas Story for people having a bad day:

When four of Santa’s elves got sick, the trainee elves did not produce toys as fast as the regular ones, and Santa began to feel the Pre-Christmas pressure.

Then Mrs Claus told Santa her Mother was coming to visit, which stressed Santa even more.

When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two others had jumped the fence and were out, Heaven knows where.

Then when he began to load the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked, the toy bag fell to the ground and all the toys were scattered.

Frustrated, Santa went in the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered the elves had drank all the cider and hidden the liquor. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider jug, and it broke into hundreds of little glass pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found the mice had eaten all the straw off the end of the broom.

Just then the doorbell rang, and irritated Santa marched to the door, yanked it open, and there stood a little angel with a great big Christmas tree.
The angel said very cheerfully, ‘Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn’t this a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you Where would you like me to stick it?’

And so began the tradition on of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.

How you can tell if a Catholic is driving too fast:

Jews in the Olympics:

More after the jump!