Yesterday was a prickly sort of day. It started late and slow and doing anything felt like moving through corn syrup - sticky, resisting, , requiring greater effort for less effect.
Up came the boxes of lights, home decorations, and ornaments.
Slowly around the tree I went with the lights.
Turned 'em on.
Sighed.
No good.
Didn't have time to fix 'em, though - we had a cookie swap to get to.
I would like to know how I brought two batches of cookies, maybe four pound or so, and left with enough cookies to require assistance getting them into the house? Like a forklift...
Oh, well - the mail carrier, bank ladies, and doctor's offices will all have a cookielicious week, for sure.
Meanwhile, today Someone is going to help me de-light the tree and do it again, this time making sure it doesn't look like someone put them on during a seizure.
Someday I really will wad them up, throw them at the tree, and call it a day.
Just don't try and overdo it, kiddo! Those lights will get put up to where they will look just fine!
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I really really really want to make an inappropriate joke about delighting the tree with a stump or something but it just won't come to me. Glad to read in today's post that things are better...
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