Matt, I think they have that same couch at Cost Plus World Market, and IIRC for less money.

Thanks Brenda! In addition to $26 that would also save me a 4 hour drive to St. Louis if one of the Memphis area World Markets has it in stock—much easier to give it a test sit and see if I like the feel as much as the look.

Preach it. And I can't really bitch about it since I chose to move back to it, but damn. And it's only early December. We have at least 4 more months of this shite.

I wore my high heeled boots just to be contrary today. Hopefully, weather won't decide I'm too cheeky and cause me to fall on my ass.

Scrappy, DH sleeps with a hat. He calls it his Sleepin' Hat. You lose a lot of heat through the head. He would highly approve of your choice.

Is it like the one Ebenezer Scrooge wore?

Is it like the one Ebenezer Scrooge wore?

Nope. It's just a regular fleece hat.

Now we just need to get you a kercheif

Ha! And, uh, nope. I don't wear headgear to bed. I pull the covers over my head.

Oh, and I meant to say to Steph that the best way to battle cold feet is a good pair of slippers with a pretty solid sole.

I bought these slippers (in red), and they really are quite toasty.

My mother pulls out all the old ornaments. There is still a disproportionate number of blue ornaments dating from some 50 years ago when Mother was young and foolish and thought she could do a designer-like all-blue tree. This went by the wayside when we started bringing home styrofoam ornaments covered with glitter, which she is still putting up. There are some little trumpet ornaments that used to play one note when you blew them, and at one time my sister and I ver very territorial about which instrument belonged to whom. Now I don't even remember which was mine.

One of our Christmas traditions is the "Does Santa still work?" moment. Something like 40 years ago, my great-aunt Gertrude sent us a battery-powered Santa that rings a bell. Each year we put in new batteries and hold our breaths to see if he's still with us.

One of our Christmas traditions is the "Does Santa still work?" moment. Something like 40 years ago, my great-aunt Gertrude sent us a battery-powered Santa that rings a bell. Each year we put in new batteries and hold our breaths to see if he's still with us.

That's awesome!

I do so dearly hate winter.

I was doing okay this morning until the windchill FROZE MY SKULL during the last fifteen feet of walking to my work building.

And then there was a huge line for the coffee machine. I'm surprised anyone made it out of that break room alive.

Last night, I was sitting in my apartment with tights, sweatpants, a sweater, and a fleece on. And a blanket over my feet. But I was sitting next to an open window, so.

Those slippers do look toasty.

Until I started decorating the tree, my mother insisted on putting on every ornament that I or a sibling had ever made, no matter how misshapen or decrepit they were. There are still some ones that she makes me put on because they have sentimental value, but I've made to get rid of the cotton bat snowmen and the santa made from a toilet paper roll.