I have always felt awkward about greeting cards. The tongue-in-cheek jokes and gushy sentiments have never been easy for me to hand over to someone as “from me”.
This year I went with letterpressed cards from etsy sellers that kept the message on the front simple and were blank inside. I picked each design according to what I thought the lady receiving it would like, and Rob and I signed our names. I was supporting small business, promoting good design, “keepin’ it real” and, in the case of the Smock cards, being eco friendly.
I’m watching Big Love, a show about a polygamist family where one man is legally married to one woman, and spiritually married to two more. They live together in a group of three houses with a shared back yard.
Why is our society shocked by by a man taking responsibility for all of his children but not by some guy having several “baby mommas”? Why does the average person merely “tsk tsk” at the low-rent ghetto arguments between women who have the same father for their children, but coil in horror at the concept of sister wives?
Three interviews in three days, an all-day unconference, two networking/party type things back to back, heading to my inlaws to clean out their garage, and a photoshoot with a foster dog named Toby who really needs a home.