When I was growing up my folks had a linen banner displayed in the stairway leading to our finished basement. It was called an 'Irish Mother's Letter to her son' or something like that. It said things like: "I was going to send you 5 pounds but I have already sealed the envelope."
I don't know why, but this text exchange I had with my well-behaved, responsible son reminded me of that letter. (No sarcasm here, just imagine how nutty the other knuckleheads get if this is the straight arrow guy). Note the high praise of his great grades, and the moving right along to more pressing topics. Ed's texts are in white:
Tell me, how do you do cards? Do you send a bunch, or a few, or none? Photo of the family? Personal note? What do you do when you have a name pop up that you are on the fence about - send it anyway, or say 'Haven't seen these peeps in forever, gonna cross them off my list?' What constitutes getting crossed off of your list? Our list is crazy long. I do cut people off at times, but others - well, I just have a hard time eliminating them.