I was a slug at Halloween. That wasn’t my costume; it was my level of accomplishment. Look at the first sentence. I didn’t even write it as “Hallowe’en”. When you know me better you’ll understand why that’s a big honkin’ deal.
(Totally unrelated aside: I just typed “honkin’” and autocorrect, while very unhappy, didn’t argue. It can learn.) Back to the point.
I promised myself I would decorate for Christmas. Well, today I . . . started the process.
I have large furniture in small rooms. So the first step for Christmas is always rearranging the entire living room. I usually mop as previously covered areas of hardwood are revealed. I didn’t mop today.
I did move everything. I got creative and tried a new set up. Then I realized that wouldn’t work so I went with the standard Christmas room arrangement. Which is my least favorite arrangement of the living room. I’m considering trying one more thing.
But not now because I’m clean after all of the dust and sweat. But I’ll probably try it before I bring up the tree. Because that’s the reason for all of the pre-decorating work: the frickin’ frackin’ Christmas tree and the ridiculous amount of space it requires.
I also have plans for the guest room — which is currently where all of the presents are. (One of the wee demon’s toys, Roadkill, was briefly on the bed with the miscellaneous pressies, but I don’t think she really plans to give it to someone.) I also need to clean (didn’t I just do that back in July?!) for holiday guests. The first will be here in a week.
But I’m done for tonight. I’m just going to rest on the couch (still Big Red (she’s actually puce) thankyousomuch Ashley furniture factory) and worry about this odd pain in where I think my hiatal hernia is. There’s plenty of time to stress about the holidays. It’s not even December, after all.
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