Not that sad

Christmas makes me smile.

I had a great Christmas. I'll post pictures sometime this century.

But for now, let's talk about yesterday. Last night. When *sigh* we dismantled Christmas. I went to Wal-mart to get a box for our tree and another for ornaments and I got them home and Blake looked at me (half afraid to even utter the words) and said, "you want to just.....?" And I said, "Yes."

I was sad at first and then I realized I was just being sad for being sad's sake. Have I used the word sad enough yet? Probably not. sad sad sad sad sad.

We took the ornaments off the tree and wrapped them up, took the lights down from around the windows and took our tree apart. Blake had to sit on the plastic box to close it, and then tie rope around it. Tonight, we may hear a huge POP! and open the storage room to see nothing but plastic green needles and metal shards sticking to the walls.

Then I spent twenty minutes vaccuuming the needles up. Talk about your unforseen inconvenience.

FAKE Tree = FAKE Needles = Might as well have gotten a real tree if i was going to have to vaccuum all the time and my cat chomped on the branches anyway.

So now the living/dining/kitchen area looks empty. Like we just moved in last week and haven't gotten our knick knacks and pictures out of the boxes yet. The corner where the tree stood proud and shiny is now bare and rather lonely looking. Maybe I'll get a mirror to hang, or a sconce, or I'll hang a big plastic cupid-in-a-diaper for Valentine's Day.