Sister calls yesterday to tell me about her fantastic plan for the annual Martin daughters Christmas photo. This picture accompanies our extensive letter updating long-lost friends of family accomplishments (Kat moved out; Dori’s in college; Zoe reads in bed a lot). Christmas kitsch at its finest.
Anyway, the girls started planning for this year’s picture early. They found a selection of color-coordinated dresses at the mall and the theme snowballed from there. Kat worried that I wouldn’t go for the idea, so she called to make sure.
“Really?” I responded. “Do you remember what I wore in last year’s picture?”