Well! Look who's getting on the Christmas letter bandwagon! All I can say is thank God for e-mail, because my hands would never last through 50 real Christmas cards! Whew!
Lamby here - nad most of you are well aware of the adventures of the Saint vs. the Bickersons, but I'll bore ya anyway. The Saint (Lisa) is like Imda's Angelina - 13 going on 35. Actually, after I get past all the ATTITUDE, she is truly a saint. She worries about me all the time and is always willing to help me. I swear the Bickersons think SHE'S the mom and I'm just some cousin or something.
Mrs. B (Becky) is growing unbelievably at 7. I think she'll end up being one of those six foot women (gotta trace my roots - Amazon blood somewhere?) She is the teacher's pet at school and is a sweet, albeit overemotional, little girl.
Mr. B is exactly like the picture on Fred's page - full of the dickens. I repeat the following phrase at LEAST once a day - "Andy, why did you think that was a good idea?" Is it men or does the male species have only two speeds - slow and slower? Hmmmmmm.
My MS is holding steady with only slight deterioration. I'm still walking, although with aids and weirdly. I look forward to a cure in the next millenium and have confidence that I will attend no high school graduation using a walker!
Mr. Chop (Randy) is sailing along. He is a wonderful dad and an even better hubby, no matter how much I complain in chat (dont listen to me). He puts up with me, his awful computer job (can ya relate pebo?), the farting dog, our goofy relatives, and everything else.
May all of my dear friends in cyberspace have a blessed Christmas and may the year 2000 be a gateway to happiness and good fortune for you all.
Love,
Lamby (Trudy)
