Because Tissue and Bows Are Over-Rated

Big Papa has two sisters. They are both so cool and laidback and I love our easy relationship. None of us (including their husbands) are ones to stand on ceremony. We forgot to call each other on every single birthday this year. I don’t think I’ve ever received a birthday card (or sent one). This Christmas is no exception. BP and I purchased gifts, but still have not got them in the mail. One sister gave us our gift months ago – a selection of wines in an unwrapped cardboard box (we sure have been enjoying them). Last night we received this package from my other sister-in-law, with no card or wrapping, the sender identifiable only by the return address:







The port was in the original liquor store bag. I love it.

Though we don’t show our affection with carefully wrapped presents and thoughtful little notes, we love each other very much. I wish we lived a little closer together because we’re sure going to miss them this Christmas.

Happy Holidays, M and A. Love you. See you soon.