not exactly christmas

I know it comes at the beginning of each year.  I dread it.  I hold my breath as I walk to the mailbox every day in January.  I know it will come.  And then it arrives.  The letter.  The bill.  The reminder.

And then even worse we have to make a decision.  We put it off for several weeks but then another reminder pops up in the mail.  But this time it is an angry gram.  It shouts "PAST DUE" at me over and over again.  So I realize I cannot drag my feet any longer.  We must decide whether or not to "keep our little swimmers on ice at the REs office".  Sigh.  And each year I find myself going "Not yet.  Nope.  I can't get rid of them yet. Let's just decide next year."

Rinse.  Repeat.

Mary