The boy who knows it all—and knows it better than his parents ever did before we forgot it all in our geriatric haze—that boy? He is driving.
And I, naturally, am in a bit of shock, but not because of Tiger’s new driver’s license. And no, not because of our greatly increased insurance rates, either, although I think our insurance bill would be an excellent substitute for a heart defibrillator.
Nope, I am in shock because everybody—and I mean EVERYONE—in the cul-de-sac HAS ALREADY DECORATED.
While I was busy stressing and fretting over impending vehicular doom, all of my neighbors decided to show me up with a Christmas/Hannukah festivity that puts the Wren Casa to shame. I’ve got to catch up!
I’ve got to string the Christmas lights, put up the tree, and decorate it… all this weekend! And then I’ve got to do the Christmas cards! And I’ve got to do it ALL BY MYSELF because my men are doing a swim meet this weekend.
I never thought I’d ever say it, but here goes:
BAH! HUMBUG!
Today’s Super Sabado is about the perils of the season, as seen (Read the rest of “Super Sabado: the Christmas decor”)