You know how I'm kind of a grinch, but I surprised/scared myself on Saturday. First, I was on my weekly visit to Homo Depot and I ALMOST bought a wreath for the front door, but needles showered down off each one I lifted from the bins, so I thought, "forget it". Then, in the plant section I found some rosemary topiary trees and some miniature live trees that I kind of liked. Since the choice tree would have to live to spring so it could be planted in the ground, I was not sure I could keep one alive, and because I couldn't quite decide between them, I pressed on with my purpose there - to get sanding disks and joint compound. That night, Jay came over and I was so totally busted! He caught me (after a hearty, dirty Belvedere vodka martini, extremely shaken to get some tiny floating ice-crystals and 4 giant pimento olives) listening to my xmas mix of "alternative" and techno remix versions of songs, loudly. Because the music was loud, I didn't hear him come into the thing I call house. Something is happening to me. The xmas spirit in me might not be dead or gone, but I might just need to get to the mall to beat it back down for another season, quickly.

ted, you done me proud.

My parents sent me a wreath (out of some coincidence) and I hung it on the front door, outside. I would like to have it inside so I can huff the evergreen scent.