Last December I wanted to do something special for you, my readers.
Many of you sent me your mailing addresses requesting one of my holiday cards. I happily obliged, even though some of you live overseas and cost me $.98 per stamp! Yep, that’s how much I love you. Next time, move over here.
By the way, providing your home address on the internet is not a good idea. Shame on you. Use your head.
I thought I’d show you the opus I created (with a little help from Photoshop and also a family of denim lovers).
Behold – the ThoughtsFromParis 2011 holiday card.
Next year I plan on doing something even more extreme.
Hint: It involves your sister.
Sonja Rois says:
I got mine! And I love it and am working on the pic you requested of ppl who got it. Just been a bit under the weather lately.
If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t exactly give you MY address over the internet. Just my mailing address. XD (It’s ok if you stalk them or send random crap to them. I do.)
D.J. Paris says:
@Sonja Rois Oh, you definitely made my 2012 stalk list. Congrats!
circustoybox says:
Well, me being quite intelligent did not give you my address.
Though I did like the idea of receiving a holiday card I:
1) Didn’t want to be a filthy liar, because if I shared my “favorite” blog from you, it would have to be the one about your dad’s junk…and that would just give my Facebook friends, and future nosy Facebook-checking employers the wrong idea.
Or maybe they would relish in my extraordinary good taste…well, better safe than sorry.
2) your holiday card might creep my parents out knowing that if the card is anything like your blogs, it would be nothing short of “unique”. And I was right. (though it did make me smile)
D.J. Paris says:
@circustoybox Wow – now you’re making me beg. Please share the dad d story with your friends. They need to know how sick you are.
D.J. Paris says:
You’ve got me pegged. And by pegged I mean nailed. And by nailed I mean sexually dominated.