This weekend is the most dreaded weekend of all time. Did you realize that? If not I'm here to oblige you.
**Just a warning, I'm trying to bone up on my french. I just finished a book with quite a bit of french conversation and I found that I could actually understand it. Under no circumstances are you allowed to let that fact slip in front of Beerhound!!!!!**
It's decorating weekend. This is the weekend we pull all the Christmas decorations out of the attic, no small feat I might add.
There will be a lot of cussing, quite a few "baiser's", accusations thrown back and forth as "to why we own ANYTHING". "We're not even believers, so why in hell are we putting up Christmas decorations including trees?"
(I would like to point out that Christmas trees were a pagan celebration, so those of you singing O' Tannebaum, give it up. I might also point out that according to the "true biblical" calendar, Jesus was born in the spring. Sorry if I have offended you or broken your heart but there you have it, years of misinformation and in case you choose to doubt me, big news, I used to be a charismatic, evangelical, speaking in tongues, slain in the spirit believer who took a year and read the bible front to back....., twice. There are 6 mentions in the bible dealing with the degradation of homosexuality. There are 6 mentions in the bible dealing with the appropriate owning and handling of slaves. So endeth my rant!)
We will have to rearrange furniture. Wait, no we won't. Rue has eaten most of our furniture so that may not be a problem this year. Although, he isn't a year yet so who knows what he will decide to do with Christmas decorations.
I place a tree in every room of our house. Each tree has it's own theme and specific decorations that go with the chosen theme. I really do love decorating for the holidays. Although I am incredibly tired this year so I'm going to leave it to the girls to do all the work and we'll see how it goes. Oser non? They aren't exactly interior decorators, at least none that I would ever pay for. Clothes on the floor don't count as the newest technique in decorative art. Adolescents américains et de l'art, ridicule, non?
I'm still waiting for them to come home to get started. Emma and Sweet Fairy are out riding with our Pioneer Woman. They went out to the barn on Thanksgiving, filles stupides, and both got thrown. It is to be expected when you put your child on a horse. Thankfully they are both responsible about wearing helmets and protective gear. I'm happy to report they were both galloping on Argo and Flame when they fell. It makes me happier. I'd hate to think they got thrown mounting, standing, walking or even trotting.
Bonnie spent the night with the Boy and although she assured me that he has to go into work early today and therefore she would be home on time, Bonnie's sense of timing seems to mimic that of the sloth. Paresse: un animal sans le sens du temps. C'est invraisemblable.
I'll let you know how it goes.
While I'm waiting, if you have a moment, tell me your favorite decorating technique. I can always use a few more. Mind you they have to be cheap. Target is, after all, my favorite store.