My Dogs Are Barking

I love four day weekends. I especially love them when I can spend the majority of my time on the porch with a glass of iced tea and a good book.

This has not been one of those four day weekends.

Instead, I have spent sixteen hours of each day on my feet, cooking, cleaning, climbing up and down attic ladders, hauling boxes to and fro, climbing a ladder to the top of my entertainment center to organize my village display (side note: skip a year of putting the damn thing up and any understanding of cord management seems to vanish into thin air), putting up the trees, decorating the trees, hanging garland, swearing in frustration when the garland lights refuse to glow, tearing down said garland, replacing light strands, re-hanging garland, decorating the porch, and feeding my family turkey leftovers.

I've been a little busy, is my point.

I did, however, take a moment to enjoy my Thanksgiving birthday. Hugh and the kids aided in that effort with the prettiest gift that I have received in quite some time...

...I can't wait to wear it.

I also took a moment to enjoy a glass of wine, which, is to be expected since my supply was so nicely replenished by my friends (God bless them).

One thing I have not done is shop. I boycotted the whole "Thanksgiving Day/Black Friday" shopping experience on principal: Families should get to spend the holiday with their families, not refereeing fights between idiot shoppers. And, the thought of breaching the doors of the Hellmouth for even something as simple as a gallon of milk gave me hives, so; I will catch up on Christmas preparations later in the week.

In the meantime, I have Christmas cards to address, a million cookies to bake, and, Christmas movies to watch on DVD and The Hallmark Channel. And, I still have two days in which to do it.

Bonus!