...for just a few days while we pen the annual Ely Enquirer. It's our crazy, zainy holiday letter that we started back in the mid 90's. The first year it was really my warped sense of humor going into overdrive. I was so tired of reading about perfect children, perfect vacations, perfect promotions, new BIG houses, private school selections and trading in the old BMW for the latest model in others newsletters, that I decided to write about our life.
You know, like weekly ambulance rides, daily calls from bill collectors, vomit, VOMIT and more vomit, dreaming of not a vacation but just one night of peaceful rest, overflowing suction machines, IEP wrestling matches, lost children, winning a game of durable medical supplier bingo, a visit with Santa IN THE HOSPITAL, dead batteries in the hand me down model cars. Yea, that kind of stuff. You know what I'm talkin' about.
And guess what? People loved it. I have tried not doing it a couple of times but the backlash is too much to bear. Oh speaking of BARE, would the kind person who has been leaving nice comments on our blog that links to a Japanese p*or*n site, please refrain. You're given my thirteen year old ideas that just shouldn't be happening quite yet. Thank you.
OK, gotta get back to editing. I'm curious, how many of you write an annual holiday newsletter? It's easy to vote, look for the poll on the side bar.