You think I'm kidding about 2012, but how many of you went out the Monday after Christmas to buy discount wrapping paper, ribbon, stickers and decorations for next year at those ridiculously low clearance sales?
We, I say we, but actually Di. does the lions share of the decorating, and this year because we weren't going to be in-house this year most of the decorations stayed in the attic. My job is to retrieve and replace the boxes to and from the attic (there are no stairs up to the attic), can you say: chin-ups!, at the beginning and end of the season. Oh, and I get to put out the feed bags for the rodents who think the attic is their private inn with all the comforts there-in provided. They never complain about the fare so I just keep given it out. I know, I know, but I'm just a charitable sort of guy. Some years, most, I put the lights on the tree and play the Christmas Cd's. I'm real good at stealing peanuts from the home-made peanut brittle while it's cooling, and I can snatch an unfrosted sugar cookie off the tray afore ye can say Jack Robinson. Ginger bread boys don't stand a chance; I've pilfered them under dark of night from the freezer. See there? I do my part.
Then it's the firemen's banquet at the end of the month, then Michelle's birthday, then Valentines day Then oh darn I've got to quit blogging so I can get ready for next year, it'll be here before you know it.