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Shutterfly-ing

For those of us who procrastinate, it doesn't get easier than Shutterfly - and those of you who know me well (or know me at all) you know I am a procrastinator...it seems to run in the family, for that matter. Except for you know who! I love to give and receive Christmas cards - but I never get them done. After Megan, Erin and Aunt Nancy were sending out such wonderful ones, I had to know thier secret. (I would like ot admit I LOVE Erin's handmade ones, but the pieces do start to fall apart, and then I have only parts of a card instead of a whole one, and they are typically late...but I digress...) After divulging their secrets, I am now a Shutterfly fan.

And so, Christmas cards will be done and sent this year (like last year, thanks to Nancy). I am actually excited for which ones I'll use, with so much to choose from, like all these. Not to mention the fact that I always look forward to Christmas, and I love to receive all the different cards - which are most definately not collecting in a pile of procrastinated to do scrapbooking! They have so many beautiful, creative, fun cards that are so much easier to do than making your own...including invitations: wink, wink, nudge, nudge. Seriously, family, what is happening this Christmas??

I've also decided I might get E's birthday cards done this way too! I always have good intentions and clever ideas, but no follow through; so I think just going the simple route and ordering them from Shutterfly might ensure it actually gets accomplished, and people actually get invited. You will know soon enough if I am successful - just be watching the mail!

Comments

M said…
Welcome to the bandwagon. I haven't received a code from Shutterfly yet, but Erin has. (Which seems unfair since I was the one who told her about it. :(
Brian said…
HAHAHA... Alright.. If you, Megan, and Erin are not getting paid for these Shutterfly advertisements, then something is wrong...

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