the end of tinsel...

yes, it’s december 28th… the time for tinsel to die, for silly festive decorations to resturn to their dark abode in the garage, the time for recycling, and culling and finding homes for the sacks of kid pressies…. methinks it’s time for some little ones to graduate from a hope chest toy chest, to a full fledged shelving and storage unit…. if only to spare my sanity (and by extension, theirs). They won’t be able to find anything in their room soon… that could work in my favour, if i want to simply wrap something they haven’t seen for months, for their birthdays ;-)

it was quite a worthy christmas, full of skates and ear buds and mp3 players.  And this was the Year of the Slipper. :-) And the Year of the Bootlegged Movie.  We watched Saw II on christmas eve. Festive, I tell yah. It was OUTSTANDING.  And t carry on the disturbing entertainment holiday tradition, my seester loaned me Haunted, by Chuck Palahniuk  - not disappointed, it’s troublesome.

today the wiz returns to the office, and i am left to fend for myself with the holiday deco. Pffft.