Not because I put lights up on my roof and then fell off or anything.
But I did do the Christmas lights this year; the hubs had no desire this time.
And I was cold. So, so cold.
My face hurts.
I did, however, fall two and a half times while pushing my sleigh out into the yard.
That's Clark Griswald-like, right?
See, we like to treat our after-Thanksgiving weekend as a kind of "Christmas Preview", if you will.
Hot chocolate. Again. We like patterns; it makes us feel a sense of control in a world full of chaos.
And of course, their must be decorating.
Mistaking ornaments as candy.
You know, the usual.
Aaaahhhhh. This weekend rocks.
So, um, I stole some ginormous candy canes from the 'rents. Also put my peppermints up with a stepladder and thought I was going to die the whole time.
That's somewhat Clark-esque, too, I 'spose.
Can't wait to look at it all and decide what I think--
But I'll look later. My eyes are frozen.