Deck the halls. And the walls. And the ceiling.


Every year I overestimate the size of the tree we'll need and every year Nick talks me down from the ledge.

However, when we went to get our tree from Lowe's on Sunday it was cold as a witch's tit outside so he waited in the store with the girls while I ran outside and picked one out. With no one to hold me back I picked a big ole honker that threatened to crumple my meager Accord on the drive home.

I think there may be a small family of Chinese gymnasts living in there.