Greetings, again!
Warning! This is a TACKY CHRISTMAS LETTER! If you are offended by such letters, stop reading it NOW! You can't complain to Ann Landers or Erma Bombeck if you keep reading.
Now that we have that little formality out of the way, we can get into the sickly sweet section of the letter. While you weren't paying attention, we had our first wedding anniversary, accompanied by the wails and moans of Ms Manners as we realized that we hadn't finished our thank--you notes and quite possibly never would. Nevertheless, we bought ourselves a nice set of paintings to celebrate, which we still haven't gotten around to framing. Speaking of graduate school, Sarah is in the throes of finishing her second year project on word perception. Alan passed a major graduate school goal by passing the first of three general exams. Stilgar the Cat, on the other hand, still hasn't learned to read.
Other exciting events of the past year include a trek to the Santa Fe Opera via WEST TEXAS (yawn...). Now we know why they invented cruise control. Let's see. A bat peed on Sarah's neck, Rusty the cat peed on Alan's school bag, our housemate peed on the side of the house when we had too many guests who were in the bathroom for a long time. (Do I detect a running theme? No pun intended... Really.)
We went to Plymouth, MA to view the incredibly large, astounding piece of history, the Plymouth Rock (which was all of 3 feet tall). We also talked to a grumpy pilgrim lady. We went to see NYC which is a city indeed. Very many buildings and people. Other funness included visitors from far away lands like Texas, Arizona, Missouri, and North Carolina. We even took a mad driving trip to Ann Arbor, MI with Sarah's officemate, John, to forget about school for a while.
Life in Boston remains as it is. Traffic rots, snow is fun if you don't have to drive in it, and good friends are wonderful to have. We hope that the new year finds you in good spirits, and that the old year has left you with pleasant memories.
We are still at 40 Bartlett Ave., Lexington, MA 02173