Dear Society of Perfectionists

Consider this my resignation notice. I am giving up my role as President for the remainder of 2008. I no longer have the time nor desire to lead the way as the top of the pile of what I presently consider crazy people. I no longer care that things aren't exactly the way they should be to show everyone how much like our mentor Martha Stewart I can be. The Christmas pictures will get out. But this year I will not be sealing all 116 letters with a wax seal, the sweater is knit but one would not know it was the same pattern, a boy will be wearing a girl shirt. So what if it has puffy sleeves. It was the only white short sleeve shirt to be found. It will be under a sweater so no one will know that they sleeves are puffy except me. The addresses on the Christmas cards this year will not be written using calligraphy. Everyone can deal with it. I will not have the nicest Christmas cards on the planet this year. Therefore I resign. May someone who cares more and has more idle time strive after these trifles. I will add as a side note that I do not swear however that I will not try and reclaim the title next year after my brief sabbatical.