I blame Drew

Drew was watching a movie and broke my computer just by looking at it. Dell sent us a new replacement hard drive at no charge because they were so scared of his evil eyes. That's why I haven't posted in a while. Evil eyes.

So what goes on at the playground during recess? The answer is revealed...




A glimpse into a fourth grade mind right there.

Anyhoo. Who else can't stand holiday traffic? Next year Thanksgiving is at MY house. Seriously. I will cook for a week straight just to not have to do that again. I can't stand 81 in Virginia. We were fine until then! Drew and I had several conversations centering on moving to PA asap...

Since we've gotten back, we've decorated for the holidays, which means we set up our Charlie Brown tree. We set out a few other things from our parents, but all in all, it's not the grand display I had in mind. I've been around my parents' house for the holidays for so long, and don't even know what normal people do. Our home always looked like the entirety of North America's Christmas cheer was dropped like a bomb in the center of our household. Like a plague of elvish locusts came and, instead of eating everything in sight, covered every surface with something Christmasy. Downstairs, each room had a theme (or two) - even the bathroom. Drew looked at me funny when I told him that all of my ornaments for my childhood Christmas tree were teddy bears. "What? Doesn't everyone have a themed tree in her bedroom when she's a little kid? What do you mean it doesn't take an entire week to decorate the house for Christmas? You can't do it in one night... it takes that long just to get the two dozen plastic bins down from the attic."

I still say that I need to purchase some garland for the mantel. But that's all, I swear...