It's six days until Christmas and our house looks pretty much the same as it did for - say- Labor Day. We have no tree, no stockings, no bells on the door, no lights on the roof. NO-thing. Well, we do have those 5-year-old snowflakes...
Our plan was to go the nursery for a tree yesterday. It's not a complicated thing, we just get a small tree in a pot, put it on top of a table, decorate it and voila, suddenly it's Christmas! But that didn't happen. It didn't happen because I came down the "The Crud" and APPARENTLY, NOTHING CHRISTMASSY CAN HAPPEN HERE IF I'VE GOT THE CRUD!
I was perfectly happy to let the menfolk go to the nursery and get a tree while I stayed home and remained one with the futon. And they are the ones who put the lights up and such in the yard, anyway. Me? On a ladder? HaHaHaHaHa!!
But no. Since I was laid up with The Crud (coughingsneezingheadfulloffluid), everybody else took a sick day too. But The Crud won't beat me. I'm up. I've got my sexy on with the windpants-over-leggings-and-turtleneck-over-thermal going, accentuated with a splash of Vick's Vap-O Rub.
Magnum is working today and tomorrow, then he's off for the week. I'm thinking Wednesday will be tree day. We should probably get a good bargain so close to Christmas...
... if there are any trees left.