You have got to be kidding me...

I was having a fairly good day today...and then I got home and checked the mailbox.  I was shocked to find this postcard addressed to J:

In case you can't read it, it is a postcard from Se.ars that says "It's time to schedule an appointment for your baby's first Christmas photos..."  It goes on, but that's really all you need to understand why I'm upset by it.

I guess the formula samples weren't enough of a reminder of what could have been.  I don't know how we got on this stupid mailing list, but I'd like to get off of it until I actually need all of this stuff. 

Cue the water works.