If this relationship thing ever turns permanent, I might find that joyous declaration of impending jubilicious activities slightly offensive.
But for now it just means (maestro, cue Charlie Brown chorus please) "Christmas time is here..." at the Kyoo condo! Maybe several months late by department store standards but I'm more than 2 weeks earlier than last year so WINNING!
Here's a glimpse of what Christmas looks like at the Kyoo condo this year:
There's the $2 thrifted nativity scene, purchased at the request of and with funds from the Kyoo Grameez a couple years ago.
And a fireplace with stockings! Oh how I dreamed of a fireplace to hang stockings o'er growing up! It's pretty much my favorite part of the decor. (mine's that big cuddly bear in the middle, naturally). (there's a zipper on the back and all the goodies get stuffed inside). (it holds a LOT).
And apparently my Christmas decorations are really out of style this year? I heard fake green garland and trees are way OUT. The more metallic and bright and fake the colors, the better. Dang it! But I'm over it, so, moving on!
Christmas is not complete without all the classics! Though I'm missing staples like "A Christmas Story" and "How The Grinch Stole Christmas". Sad, right? But I do have "Merry Madagascar" and that's pretty much all I watch anymore so that's what really matters. Now if only the Gregviewer loved that movie as much as I did...
Speaking of the Greggerly, what was he doing during this merry ol' time of decking?
Making popcorn and marshmallow chains! It was his favorite too. Oh he loved it! How do I know? Mostly because I was in the living room stringing the lights (which requires some electrical prowess, I'll have you know), to a chorus of "Ah! These marshmallows keep sticking!" and "The popcorn keeps breaking! This string is all sticky!".
The true sounds of the season.
But the Kyoo Christmas tree sure thanked him for it. It's as tacky as ever!
Complete with a make-shift star ornament promoted to tree top.
All my snowmen ornaments from over the years.
And, of course, the usual spacey adornments.
"Houston, we have a Santa."
And just when you thought the space shuttle had been decommissioned. Kids, Santa upgraded his sleigh this year.
It's quirky, and outdated, and miniature, and may even attract ants, but it's mine. And I love it.
(i swear my windows aren't that dirty). (they're snowflake decals). (really).
A cold, festive evening of season inauguration isn't complete without hot chocolate. And peppermint marshmallows (now now, they couldn't ALL fit on the string). So there was that. In muh animal cups. I had the zebra. Greg got dibs on the giraffe.
I even made this delicious apple crisp. With hand-peeled apples, mind you! Ok, the Gregpeeler took care of that part. But I did all the mixing and crumbling and setting of the oven timer and other grunt tasks. And when that domestic triumph came out of the oven do you know what happened? Shouts of praise? A chorus of heavenly food angels, maybe? Wrong! My Gregeater took just 2 bites of it, sat there with a funny look on his face for a couple minutes, and then informed me that it was accosting his stomach. (his words). Buzzkiller! So I did what anyone else would do when stuck with the mostest parts of a 9x13" pan of bothersome apples. I took it into work for the colleagues today. And they ate it clean in 10 minutes flat with rave reviews. Take that Gregfusser!
(I should mention that they indeed were still alive at the end of the day, too).
And yet, despite the food critiques and the fact that the Calvinhorn had left my lips bruised and defeated this weekend (demanding, he is), I mustered up enough strength to give my lucky Gregdawdler a good night kiss "under" the fake mistletoe.
You didn't want to know that?
Sorry!
Also, there might have been this ACCIDENTAL locking out of the Katietenant over the weekend and maybe everyone freaked out on me and called me the worst roommate ever (including the Facebook-stalking Kyoo mom)? If that was the case, I think the important word in that last sentence is ACCIDENTAL. And really, everyone knows that getting locked out is just an excuse for a slumber party at a friend's house, so if it had happened like that, it just kept her partying all night. So for the love of all that is Kyoo and sorry, can the hating stop now??
Oh! And also also, I saw a little old lady wearing these bright red rain boots at my USAA band concert the other night and I instantly loved her.
Have a great day :-)
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