We are laid up with two different viruses at the same time.
We have three undecorated Christmas trees.
I have exactly zero pairs of underpants in my drawer.
So, given my current state of gratuitous organization and self-actualization, I am willing to admit that I am never, ever sending a Christmas letter. Therefore, I am going to bless each and every one of you with the Lingle Family Update.
My kids are adorable, super advanced and doing various wonderful activities (when they aren't vomiting). My husband is accomplishing many astounding things in his field and manages to keep to a vigorous basketball schedule. I have lost a bit more of my mind this year, but, honestly, I don't miss it much. People expect less of me.
So, there you have it. We are awesome and shockingly attractive.