OK. I know I have a reason to be a bit behind on this whole Christmas thing, but I’m more than a bit behind. My house is not decorated (meaning the tree, which is always fake, is not up yet). This is a travesty. Soooooo, I’m going to get the darned thing up this week. I love having the tree and it’s little white lights in the house. It brightens everything up. Makes the day and darkness more festive and cheerful. And, I love hanging the ornaments. All have special meaning and love. But, Saturday I was cold and busy and Sunday was busy until 1:00 p.m. and then I was just too tired and spent the afternoon knitting on Christmas gifts. I love doing this, but will be very happy to be done with the stress knitting.
So, how was your weekend? It’s colder than Billy-be-doggone here in Middle Earth. That, my friends, is a Mom saying. My mother uses profanity, like, never. I remember as a kid hearing her say “Judas Priest” as if it was a “damnation all to hell.” We used to laugh when she would say it. On occasion when things were really annoying, she would say “damn” or “shit”. But that’s it. Not me. I swear like a sailor.
And, my soundtrack for the day? Not music, but Porky Pig. I love this clip.
Have a good one!