Brag letter

Every December my sister Patricia sends out a fantastic brag letter.  It’s funny, somewhat self deprecating, and informational.  I’ve often thought of writing one, but I’m not so good with words.  My long suffering wife has spent many years trying to refine the blunt nature of my diction.  I remain a work in progress.

Little of my brag letter would make it past the censor, so what’s the point?  Alas the censor does not read this blog, or any blog for that matter, so here is how my 2013 brag letter might read:

  • In the spring, we spent four weeks in Buenos Aires.  The ice cream was real good and the sidewalks were super jacked up.
  • We bought two new used cars, so we won’t be going back to Buenos Aires or anywhere for that matter for a few years.  Cars are so dumb.
  • The basement project continued to go nowhere.  But at least I got that giant Jacuzzi tub up and running.  Who cares about anything else when you have a giant Jacuzzi tub, right?
  • Asia quit soccer and took up softball.  She’s looks smooth on the infield.  She’s made the traveling basketball team, so now there’s a new set of aches and pains I gotta hear about.  She also joined a Chinese dance troupe.  I’m not sure what it’s all about but I did see her holding a red lantern or something like that.
  • I forgot to sign Zach up for hockey, so he goofed around all fall.  He’s joined a jazz group, playing electric violin.  Over the summer he busked twice with his violin, netting just under $40.  I guess he’ll have options if he’s ever homeless.
  • We threw Katt a big 1st birthday party in June.  My favorite rock star, Josh Verbantes played some tunes, and our favorite taco truck pumped out tacos for all.

taco-truck

  • Zach started Jr. High.  He says it’s “like so awesome, man”.
  • Over the summer Asia spent three weeks away from home at overnight camps.  Zach was away camping for one week.  Aside from that crazy baby trashing the place, Elise and I had one very restful week.
  • I got new glasses.  Since then I’ve been told multiple times I look like a cross between Anthony Bourdain and Ira Glass.  Who knew glasses can make you look 3/4 Jewish?
  • Elise is back in her symphonic band playing oboe and English horn.  She got a gorgeous new do last week.  Aside from her hairstyle, she looks exactly the same as she did when I married her 16 years ago, a true timeless beauty.

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  1. I love this letter….not that I’m trying to start a fight with your wife or anything!

    I’m debating whether to write a letter this year, although I feel this way every year about this time and eventually write something. The family is no help either – “you fancy yourself the writer, honey, so who better to do it?”

    Maybe I can borrow from yours – a few name changes and changing out Buenos Aires for a mundane town in Pennsylvania, it could work! (Maybe, too, finding a different reference for me than Anthony Bourdain.)

    Have a happy Thanksgiving!

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