So I did a really crappy job of documenting my weekend – which is unusual. Typically I’m instagraming like it’s my job. Maybe next time.
We did finally get our tree, though. My family tradition is to go to a tree lot, while John’s is to go up to the snow and cut it down man-style, axe and all. I won this year, which means a perfectly groomed tree. Happy wife, happy life. Remember that fellas. AND I even haggled the tree price down – proud moment for me.
Roxie continues to be as needy as ever – vying for our attention now that Liam takes up the majority. Poor neglected weiner.
And lastly, I found these awesome vintage ornament hangers stuffed in one of the hand-me-down decoration boxes from our moms. They were listed for sale at 10 cents for a box of 125. Today, you can get the equivalent for $3.00. Wow, inflation. Wow.
Speaking of those hand-me-down boxes – I love them! There are about seven remaining bulbs from every Christmas over the past 30 years. I think next year I’ll use them all – it will kind of be like the ghost of Christmas past threw up on our tree. Perfection.
Happy Monday!