The Fowler Family Christmas Letter

"I'm amazed that you two are able to think up something new and stupid every year." ~ Lonnie's Mom

2000 - The Year We Borrowed a Baby

We borrowed our friend's baby for this photo. We never said she was ours, but we never said she wasn't. Our parents had some angry relatives and friends that thought they had missed a birth announcement. With it being just the second year of this Christmas letter tradition, nobody was expecting anything crazy. We're not prank people, but we loved pulling this prank.


Holiday Greetings All Ye Friends and Family!

So much has happened in the last year. Where do we begin?

We've eaten 2,076 meals, slept 4,582.4 hours, put 18,374 miles on the Blazer, worked 26,680 hours, read 257 jokes out of Readers' Digest (not including Campus Comedy), and we've personally hand counted7,886,334 7,409,822 7,008,531 2 ballots. (by the way, we've moved to Tennessee and have added a new Fowler to our ranks.)

Just to clear things up right away, our names are once again Lonnie and Sara Fowler. It turns out there is a couple named Bill and Susan Gaines here in Nashville who started a cult called Jemormonism, the Church of Saturday Saints. We found this out after receiving many gifts, checks, sums of cash, and miscellaneous objects to bless. Obviously, they were sent to the wrong Bill and Susan Gaines. However, we cashed enough checks to buy Sara's dream, a doughnut and embroidery shop called Stitched in Grease. What a delicious blessing.

Between doughnuts and embroidered cactus pillows, Sara is working on her G.E.D. It turns out that her high school experience was actually a practical joke. We were astonished at how many people were in on it. Keep your calendars marked for June of 2008.

Meanwhile, Lonnie is training for the third installment of the TV show Survivor. We are praying it will take place in Delaware. He thinks he will be a step ahead of the others after reading Chicken Soup for the Delaware Survivor. He is able to take the time off because he is sitting on a golden egg of a song. It is very catchy, good beat, and even has a dance to got with it. It's called the Macarena. Keep your fingers crossed.

For those of you who haven't already met her, we'd like to introduce you to Ana Lee. She enjoys eating, sleeping, and the numbers one and two. Although she hasn't said it in these exact words, we're pretty sure she likes life here in Tennessee. We hope she grows up to be as pretty as her mommy and as musical as her daddy. This may come as a shock, but our lives haven't changed much since she's been born. What a bundle of joy.

Sorry, but we've got to go. We think there is a van full of disgruntled Jermormonites hurling stale doughnuts at our door. At least it's good for business.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Merry Christmas!

Lonnie, Sara, and Ana Lee
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