Now I can officially decorate for Christmas.  FABU.

Not that Thanksgiving wasn’t fun.  I finally got my stuffing recipe despite my inlaws inabililty to locate it buried in their basement somewhere.  You see, I’ve got friends who are willing to drive around and help me and pretend it’s not a big pain in the butt to do it.  Good friends, you know.  But it’s over now, and there’s no sense in looking backwards.  Onward and upward, I say!!

Christmas music playing?  Check.  Decorations brought out?  Check.  Commence merriment.

Wait, I have no idea how to decorate this house.  I finally got help with my last house, and got a handle on how to do it, and now i have to start over with this house?  Eeek. Good thing I am like those super smart dinosaurs in Jurassic Park.  You know, the ones who learn.* 

Now, if I just knew where to get a good Christmas tree.  Who can help me with this?  YOU? PERFECT!  FYI–  We go fake all the way, baby.  And I need a tall one for these ceilings.  And I don’t care that we won’t be here on Christmas Day - I am HAVING a tree. 

(My third grader has informed me that I am not supposed to begin sentences with the word ‘and.’  Stupid brilliant child.)

So I am all set to clean up the Thanksgiving carnage, and bring out the Christmas carnage.  I will be decorating while my husband is outside rototilling the yard and trying to learn how to make grass grow in Arizona.  Have I mentioned the weather lately?  Dreamy.

 

 

*(I stole that from somewhere, but I don’t remember where.  But I didn’t want to get accused of plagiarism, so I’m adding this)