It's an Unscripted Thing

Writing thank you notes...I'm losing credibility in my arguments here.

Her logic is solid. 

"I said thank you when I opened it."  "I said thank you over the phone."  "They saw the picture of me with it and I'm smiling."

Yes, all of this is true, but somehow, no matter how archaic it may be, I think that writing thank you notes count for something. 

I do recognize in today's society that instant awareness via pictures and 40 character messages are also considered thank you apropos.  However, there is still the knowledge that a gift is not an instant event.  Someone took time to think of you, shopped or created for you, wrapped for you, and parted with resources of time and/or money for you. 

And so, Miss Eight, thank you notes are part of the Unscripted family protocol.  In ten short years you get to decide whether or not to continue the practice, (and I hope you will.) 

In the meantime, some of my favorite thank you note out-takes from today. Complete with original spacing and formatting.

"Dear (loved-one),
Thank you for being
It was nice of you."  
*I think she may have lost focus for a moment there.*

"Dear (loved-one),
Thank you.  I love it, a hole
lot." 
*I'm still trying to explain the giggling that ensued when I read  "I love it, A-Hole". *

And then there are the visual jokes which I cannot show you until the recipients have them in hand.  I don't want to ruin the moment....But know that there is one that we had to quickly add to as it looked so much like a bad birthing video still-frame.  Done in fingerprints.  And with mysterious smudging on the edges.  (Thank heavens we are related and you know this child and that the intention was good.)

And now, Mama's time-out is up and we have three more to go.    Those of you who have been forced to claim genetic linkage before, you know you're going to want to watch your mailboxes. 

It's the trade-off; the universe balancing out. 

You're welcome. 

"A hole

lot."