|the boring part|
We are doing a very scaled back St. Nicholas Day dinner this year.
I can't deal with a goose.
Rolf has insinuated that I am happy to dispense with the goose because I hate cooking them, and I don't eat them, which is somewhat true, but really it is a matter of time and my sanity, and the hefty price tag geese are sporting these days.
Really? for something I don't eat?
I think not.
I have to work today and work the art sale at Maxwell's school on Sunday, so we are streamlining things.
I ran around like a crazy person from 3:00-6:00 buying, decorating, cleaning up the mess from decorating the tree, yesterday.
Thank goodness our neighbor sells trees, so I didn't have to drive far with the trunk open, which makes me nervous.
Then Mark came home and assisted with the gingerbread house.
Maxwell lauded me for minimal yelling.
Even when I spilled potting soil on the carpet.
I was positively Zen.
|re-potted Christmas Cactus|
|Freyja did a pretty good job of decorating the tree this year, and I did a very good job of not interfering.|
|Mark brought home a sample of DOMO lights from work. Oh goody...|
|resisting the urge to eat the house and the snow and the decorations!|
|the finished product|
|please don't take my picture when I have been running around like a crazy woman for three hours.|