Saturday, December 26, 2009

Erm, yeah, I guess a title should go here

...the whole day down...

After a really nice afternoon, a fantastically fast drive in the wife's car (she didn't know it could take corners that fast. Truth be told... I wasn't that certain it could...), a voluminous Chinese dinner and lots and lots and lots of dessert (I made a significant contribution to the lemon and ginger cheesecake), ...

How does 12 miles in 9 minutes sound? Good, right? :-)

I've forgotten why I was writing this post. I'm sloshed. Oh yeah.

We had a great afternoon, and coming home, we decided to decorate the tree. The toy train table not being ready. (I made a big error in measurement. I marked the piece of wood, and worked to those marks. Which didn't take into account that I later turned that same piece of wood, erm, yeah, nice it is nice weather!, yeah, erm, upside down.

So what should have been cut forty seven inches from the right was actually cut to be forty seven inches from the left. Oops. :-) <- (Hideously embarrassed smiley).

Anyway, we were busy decorating the tree. For my aspirations to glamour, I did manage, erm, a pair of cute, and more importantly, warm slipper socks. :-) We forgot to switch the heater for that room, and it was a little nippy in there. (Central air? Where? Not here... Unfortunately. :-(

During the tree decorating I realized that we're not very "mass market" in our decor choices.

In fact, because our tree is so much smaller (and this is going to come across as obnoxious, and hideously snobbish), we decided to include only the "good" ornaments.

I wanted to put lights up, but as neither could remember where they were - we settled for some atrociously finicky garlands. The tree looks wonderful. And it doesn't require electricity. A good thing - there isn't much in that room!

What was I writing about?

Carolyn Ann

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