Truth Is: Stress was the main ingredient this week. It's like everything lands on your shoulders all at once.
Truth Is: Last weekend was traditional decorating time with the family! I took care of the family room, while Mom was in the kitchen setting up a wrapping station and Dad was hanging stuff around her (like fun Christmas signs and wreaths). All was fairly quiet, apart from the occasional giggle or Mom telling Dad where to hang stuff. Next thing I know, both Mom and Dad start singing like two holly jolly reindeer...to Mariah Carey's All I Want For Christmas. We're talking duet. It was the most adorable thing--I only wish I could have recorded it.
Truth Is: Fate is trying to put me on Santa's Naughty List indefinitely. You know how I can kind-of, sort-of have a potty mouth while watching sports. Lord help me I try, but when those referees cut loose, so does my mouth.
Christmas Day...the holiest day of the year...and the Dallas Mavericks will play the Miami Heat. Really? Christmas Day? Really? Have you ANY idea how badly I'm going to have to bite my tongue? Sigh. Having said that, GO MAVS!!!! SO happy to have them back!
Truth Is: Ah, well, while helping my parents decorate I sort-of had one mishap after the other.
1. The little train set that sits by the fireplace EVERY year might be ruined because I forgot to remove the battery. Yeah. When I removed it from the box, a blue goop oozed into my hand.
Brought it to Dad to fix.
Me to Dad: "Bet you never thought you'd still be tinkering with batteries and toys..."
Dad, with a chuckle: "Not at this stage in the game."
Me, a little embarrassed: "Well, it has to be kind-of...refreshing."
Dad began belly laughing.
2. Removed a little musical ornament that plays It's A Small World, pressed the button, and...no song. But, I did get an incredibly loud, non-stop buzzing sound.
Brought it to Dad to fix.
Me: "Um, it won't stop buzzing."
Dad just looked at me. He was still working on trying to get the battery out of the train. Mom eventually shoved something up under the bottom of it and stopped the thing from making any sound...possibly forever.
3. While trying to vacuum the area around the tree, the hose thing detached from the suck-part thing...as in, it broke. Um, I hid it. Dad doesn't know yet. Thank God they have two.
Well, my eyes are beginning to glaze over--I'll catch up on blog reading over the weekend. I apologize if there are any mistakes in this post, but I'm seriously zombie-like...even though I really do hate zombies.
Oh, and I'll post the Christmas fun facts tomorrow. :)
