Tiny Tidings of Comfort and Joy

Part of getting into the spirit for me is spiffin' up my digs. I like it when my home feels how I feel. And this year, I feel pretty darn great, and Christmastime makes me giddy.

So I googled how to make a lazypants no-sew fabric bow, found an old glue gun covered with gunk and cat hair somewhere in my garage, searched for a tiny twig of a tree ( we got laughed at- really), picked up a basic wreath and small ornaments, bought some soap that smells like pure tree joy (that's a real thing) and dug around my house for fabric and ribbon scraps. 

And then...I play this 

over, and over, and over- again and again. 

I have this image of me playing the guitar and Brett playing something else and having six kids (not sure if they'll all be mine) and four dogs (all mine) and singing this round a fire with cocoa (cocoa afterwards?) as part of a tradition. Doesn't that sound good? It does.

I LOVE THAT SONG. 

And then, I must send a card out to top it all off to help spread the cheer. I can't show  you this year's card because...well...it might reduce the cheer that hasn't yet reached our family and friends. But this is our 2010 card.

...so...what do you do?

Quit Throwin' My Wheels Off!

i'm really in love with my brett, even if he leaves wet towels on the bed. or if he brings one of the white crate and barrel mugs (instead of a travel mug) to work, because i'm convinced that one day as he struggles to carry everything inside, one will fall and break. which it did. even when we're in the car and he starts drumming really hard on my steering wheel- which in my mind is the definite cause for throwing my alignment off. (it is, probably. right?) 

maybe.

and i'm sure he'd say that he loves me, even though when i wash the dishes, i leave the huge knives pointing up rather than down.  

i like to know where my knives are, you know? 

(if i put on my logic cap, he's probably right)

i'll flip the knife around today. 

if i remember.

i'm glad he loves my irrational finicky self. if he bangs on my steering wheel today while we get our tree, i'll keep my mouth shut. maybe.