Deck them halls
Damn, I ache all over. Spent all day yesterday decorating the house and putting up the Christmas tree, but it was actually a lot of fun. I put on music--Shari will be happy to hear that I listened to her boyfriend's swell Christmas CD. My friend Susan (a major Claymate) gave it to me a couple of years ago. I had so much energy, but now I'm paying for it with achy muscles.
At least the house looks pretty. It smells like a combination of cinnamon (from candles) and spaghetti sauce (from the big pot I put on this morning). Tomorrow morning, I'm going to Mass and then on to the Christmas Tree Shop. If you don't have a Christmas Tree Shop near you, I feel sad for you. It's an amazing place of cheap but really cool stuff. My sister calls it the Christmas Crap Shop, but she secretly loves it too.
At least the house looks pretty. It smells like a combination of cinnamon (from candles) and spaghetti sauce (from the big pot I put on this morning). Tomorrow morning, I'm going to Mass and then on to the Christmas Tree Shop. If you don't have a Christmas Tree Shop near you, I feel sad for you. It's an amazing place of cheap but really cool stuff. My sister calls it the Christmas Crap Shop, but she secretly loves it too.