Yesterday we decided to decorate for Christmas. We drove over to our storage building and pulled all the stuff out. My PRECIOUS. I have the same feeling about my Christmas decor and ornaments as gollum did about his precious. It's my priceless stuff I've been saving for years. It holds so many memories and home made decorations that are fragile.
Jim and I pulled out the Christmas tree and started to put it up (yes I have an artificial tree, suck it if you don't like it). The girls SWARMED on us. They wanted to help assemble the tree (which isn't hard, it's pre lit with three levels). So, after completion of assembling the tree it was time for the decorations. Here's where it gets to the panic part.
As I was carefully unwrapping my precious from the boundless bubble wrap and newspaper they started just grabbing my precious after I told them i would hand them out. They were like vultures. I could feel the anxiety creeping in on me. I said calmly, "girls this is very fragile stuff, if you break it I will break one of your pinkies". They laughed at me. What they didn't get was that I was SERIOUS. Not really, but you get the point.
We now have a lovely decorated home and we got to keep Jess an extra week. Her mom and stepdad went to Mexico for the week. We finally talked them into letting her just stay with us rather than her stepdads' mom. Jim's a happy camper now.
I hope everyone had a happy Thanksgiving. We did ;p
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