Because I know you all care SO much, here is my stunning living room, in all it's Christmas decorated glory.
So I'm out Christmas shopping again today, and I walk out of the store and go to my cute, black, Toyota Sequoia, Colin (Firth, not Creevey). I open up the back, and stand there openmouthed, stunned that all of the packages that I'd bought so far this morning were GONE. I stood there thinking, "I've been robbed. (*insert big bad words*) Someone stole all of those Christmas presents. " (About $300 worth... It was a sickening feeling.) Then I thought, "Why does my car smell like french fries? I haven't had any french fries. And what is all this crap spilling out of the storage compartment?"
Long story short, it wasn't my car.
Mine was parked two spaces down, locked.
I closed the back of the imposter Sequoia, and left quickly.
reenie1, I just need to get a box and go to the UPS store. :D
We're about to get a buttload of crappy weather... Sunday night there's supposed to be snow, ice, sleet, more ice.... *glares at mother nature* Can't it hold off? I've got stuff to do next week! (Update: The house is coming along: there's sheetrock, the brick's done, and they're texturing the walls. It's conceivable that we may be in by next December. Just kidding. But it'll probably be March.)
The in-laws have the kids. We had dinner ALONE. 'Twas lovely. :)