“Honey. I don’t think we have enough Christmas stuff. You probably need to go to Taipan.”
And then I floated away on a cloud of clean laundry and rice krispy treats.
Yesterday, I opened the box of Christmas stuff to take inventory of our Combined Christmas Crap. I laid it out on our spare bed to see all it in its red and green and gold and silver glory. It looks fabulous. It is going to look even more fabulous evenly distributed around our apartment.
But not yet Charlie Brown, not yet.