And Christmas has come to our home! Last night, while I anxiously awaiting my husband's arrival... I did what every good wife does. I slathered peanut butter and jelly onto wheat bread and stuck in on my newly cleaned George Foreman grill. Of course it was delicious, but dry (i didn't think buttering the outside would have been beneficial for our health). Anthony came home and kept insisting that I come help him with "bags" in the car. I was a little more than annoyed since I have bronchitis and that seemed counter-productive. But I went out anyway.
... And there it was. A big, fat Christmas tree! Of course like a giddy little girl I hopped around until I gave myself an asthma attack. Who doesn't LOVE Christmas trees? (I mean besides people who don't celebrate Christmas and I am certain even a few of them do) After hugging the tree a lot, which had been artfully trimmed by the gentleman near Landmark mall who's tree lot resembles a scene from Charlie Brown, we heaved it up our tiny staircase. Not wanting to ruin my brand new vacuum, I had to tolerate a little needle situation until I could get myself a new broom.
So while it's still not decorated and we managed to overfill the stand severely already, it's Christmas in our house!
Better yet, I had a few tiny flurries this morning to bask in. Dear Santa, please add about 12 inches to that snow and we'll be straight.