Monday. I used to hate Monday, for all the usual reasons, but now its growing on me. It is one of my days off, and I tend to actually get stuff done that day. Albeit, stuff I was usually supposed to be doing over the weekend, but usually don't because lounging on the couch is a much more attractive option when our darling entropy accelerators are around undoing everything all day.
We got our Christmas tree up, and put the lights on the house. I first started this sentence with "We finally...", as if December 8th is somehow getting your Christmas stuff up late. I live in a neighborhood where some people like to get a jump on things. Some of them right after Halloween. I'm not sure if they're overachievers, or being paid by my parents to drive me nuts. The result is the same. Where the hell do people store all that stuff? Do people seriously rent a storage area for that?
I like to get a small amount of new Christmas crap every year, so I can turn over the holiday objects that are falling apart. This year's new items are some plasti-garland I found online at a not unreasonable price, some LED multicolored lights I'm pretty pleased with myself about from Big Lots (They're selling the same ones for twice as much at the local All Christmas All The Time! store.) The Big Lots ones even have 40% more lights on a string. I almost never get a deal like that, because I hate to shop, anywhere, let alone Big Lots, so I'm gratified that the effort paid off for once.
After school today, I took the Things to the aforementioned Christmas store, where we wandered around looking for a single ornament each. I'm starting their collections for when they get out in the world and have their own Christmas tree—its expensive to do it all that first year, and then you end up with a bunch of junk it takes forever to get rid of (see above). After their eyes goggled practically out of their heads at the decorated decorations that had little decorations with wee tiny bits of even smaller decorations on them, they were hard pressed to decide. It was fun to watch them be overwhelmed by all the sparkly choices.
Thing 1 picked out an extremely sweet heart-shaped mercury glass ornament with sparkly poinsettias painted on it. Thing 2, normally the soft touch of the two, picked a festive-yet-scary, red, non-sparkly dragon. Interesting. Keeping up the girlie end of things, I got a pink and purple sparkly glass egg with rhinestones on it, and I found a darling mercury glass turtle for SysGuy.
In our further wandering in the caverns of the store, we came upon tiny, very reasonably priced, fiber optic Christmas trees. I plan to curl up with a bottle of wine and watch my spiffy new tree change colors indefinitely.
The thing is trippy.
We got our Christmas tree up, and put the lights on the house. I first started this sentence with "We finally...", as if December 8th is somehow getting your Christmas stuff up late. I live in a neighborhood where some people like to get a jump on things. Some of them right after Halloween. I'm not sure if they're overachievers, or being paid by my parents to drive me nuts. The result is the same. Where the hell do people store all that stuff? Do people seriously rent a storage area for that?
I like to get a small amount of new Christmas crap every year, so I can turn over the holiday objects that are falling apart. This year's new items are some plasti-garland I found online at a not unreasonable price, some LED multicolored lights I'm pretty pleased with myself about from Big Lots (They're selling the same ones for twice as much at the local All Christmas All The Time! store.) The Big Lots ones even have 40% more lights on a string. I almost never get a deal like that, because I hate to shop, anywhere, let alone Big Lots, so I'm gratified that the effort paid off for once.
After school today, I took the Things to the aforementioned Christmas store, where we wandered around looking for a single ornament each. I'm starting their collections for when they get out in the world and have their own Christmas tree—its expensive to do it all that first year, and then you end up with a bunch of junk it takes forever to get rid of (see above). After their eyes goggled practically out of their heads at the decorated decorations that had little decorations with wee tiny bits of even smaller decorations on them, they were hard pressed to decide. It was fun to watch them be overwhelmed by all the sparkly choices.
Thing 1 picked out an extremely sweet heart-shaped mercury glass ornament with sparkly poinsettias painted on it. Thing 2, normally the soft touch of the two, picked a festive-yet-scary, red, non-sparkly dragon. Interesting. Keeping up the girlie end of things, I got a pink and purple sparkly glass egg with rhinestones on it, and I found a darling mercury glass turtle for SysGuy.
In our further wandering in the caverns of the store, we came upon tiny, very reasonably priced, fiber optic Christmas trees. I plan to curl up with a bottle of wine and watch my spiffy new tree change colors indefinitely.
The thing is trippy.
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