All of my weekend decorating plans went straight out the window when my sick husband came in from hunting last night. Phooey! Every time I try to sneak off and do something he calls out wondering what I'm doing and can I bring him a tissue/Vicks/a cough drop. I've done good though. I haven't smothered him...yet. You'd think he's the only person on earth to ever have a cold/allergies/etc.
The good news is I got my desk cleaned off, watched the last episode of Grey's Anatomy, and am on my fourth cup of Holiday Peppermint coffee. Oh yeah, the laundry is all caught up too.
I've only had to chase L.T. out from under the tree twice. Those shiny, dangling things are just too tempting.
Half-pint thinks it's a great place to catch a nap.
I hope everyone is doing well and has a wonderful weekend.










