No! We aren't asking Bram to pack it up and move on out. And Hubby isn't going to be killed in his sleep for snoring.
I am afraid my beloved gloriously cute and precious Christmas tree has seen better days. As I was in the kitchen making soup for dinner (totally preparing ahead), my droopy tree "dropped" one of my favorite ornaments. It was one of my big fat Santa's holding a tall tray of cookies and cupcakes.
This Santa can't be saved, his legs and chef's hat fell off.
Oh well, only three more days until Christmas. Then my most perfect tree will be hauled off to the curb and my living room will be back to boring.
On an entirely different note, this weather has made me happy. Very happy. And since it is Christmas week and all and I am playing happy homemaker today (laundry being done, cookies made, soup of the stove, you get the picture) I really want to make another pot of coffee and add some Kahlua. Is this bad?
If so, you can just call me Sue Ellen Ewing.