I'm the odd one out amongst my siblings, who are both guys' guys, up to date on all things modern, all-American beer & pizza as they come. Fancy words they are not. I chose sushi for my birthday dinner; if they knew, I would get made fun of. I'd rather use money given to me as a gift for something like chocolate or ice cream; if they knew, I'd get made fun of. I vote differently pretty regularly than they do; if they knew, I'd get made fun of. In other words, I get made fun of a lot, at least that's the way it seems to me. And to be totally fair, it's pretty universal through my family. Ben and I generally have a different mindset and focus than others. They're just generally nice to Ben and don't skewer him for it.
This time, however, I downright deserved it. I have a certain personality rather assigned to me, mostly by my siblings & dad: the stickler-English-teacher-bookworm-nerdy-nerd persona. This means that anything written has to be double & triple checked for mistakes otherwise, let the lambasting begin. It's a good thing I did that when I created Christmas cards online this year and mailed them without actually seeing them in person first. It would definitely be a bad thing if there were glaring errors in them.
How embrassing. Next year, I knoew that I'll be more careful. Blergh.