Neighbor Gifts

We had our friends, the Yoshikawas, over for dinner last night.  You don't want to know how pitiful my dinner offering was, but let me just say that it involved frozen hamburger patties, frozen hot dogs, and frozen buns.  Shilo kindly scrutinized each eventually-defrosted bun, checking for hard freezer-burned OR soggy-from-freezer-ice edges.  We put those particular buns aside, and I made some delish bread pudding this morning.  Waste not, want not.  I won't mention how Bill nearly burned down the house at the backyard grill.  

While visiting over our not-so-delicious meal, Zoe mentioned that they had chosen to simplify the past couple of years, and have NOT sent Christmas cards OR given any neighborhood gifts.  Hmmmm.... I kind of like the idea, but think I may be too stuck in my old ways to change.  The topic was only broached because she had noticed our counter covered with bottles of sparkling apple cider.  Bill and I, in a whirlwind of a brainstorm, decided that something simple and cheap would be best this year.

I'm still torn about the Christmas cards.  Or New Years cards, as our case would most likely be.  YES, I have already invested a boatload of dough into stamps for Tay's wedding invites, and will be yet again investing even more in a few short weeks for Britt's.  Maybe I will skip the cards this year.  

But then I might be removed from Christmas card lists in the future (I love, Love, LOVE getting Christmas cards).  Ah, the conundrum.  

Back to my original quick post.  I just spent the past hour-and-a-half figuring out some way to present our rather unoriginal neighbor gifts, and I am quite please with the results, so I thought I would share.

Printed on some ivory paper, cut to size, and double-stick-taped to the original label, these turned out pretty darn cute.

Good enough.