Christmas Spirit

Can you believe it's almost Christmas? As in less-than-3-weeks almost? I cannot. Not even a little. Part of me is still stuck back in October wondering what happened to Halloween. And trying to figure out why in the world I only slept like 3 hours the night before Thanksgiving, knowing full well that I was going to be cooking all day, after cooking all day the day before. Or something like that. I was exhausted - that's the point - and I have no one to blame but me. So it's really already time for Christmas?? That's just blasphemy. I'm just now getting around to buying presents because apparently I've gone into slacker-mode. (What's that? I still haven't emailed you back? I'm sorry. Seriously, I promise I am. I'll get there. One day. Probably around the same time I mail out Christmas cards so that they get to you in January. It happens.)

Jokes aside, I really am having trouble processing this whole "time for Christmas" phenomenon. I did decorate though because that's 50% of why I love this time of year. My house gets all sparkly. (It's that girly part of me...the one who questions my love of super-descriptive crime novels...who loves for my living room to sparkle.)

That's our living room stuff - the Christmas tree that attacked me while I tried to make it pretty (and now it looks like I lost a fight to the world's largest cat)...our mantel...the french doors into the room are even sparkly....and last but not least, my new friend that I picked up in that German Christmas market we went to a few weeks ago. (Oh and my favorite candle in the whole world is sitting next to him - who cares that it's really a "Thanksgiving scent", right? You won't judge me will you?) 

So yes, I'm really trying to get into the Christmas spirit. I'm hoping the decorations will help. It's been tough though. There's been so much going on the last week. Today alone was just sheer insanity. We're having some kind of wind situation. I have no idea what this is or why it happens every year but our first year to go through has not gone well. 

Let me show you....  

That's what I came home to today and was faced with the question of "how exactly does one politely call their letting agent and explain that mother nature threw a tantrum and somehow the fence fell apart?" The answer? You call your husband and let him call the letting agent. Problem solved.

So yes, that's what's going on the world o' me right now. Exciting, isn't it? So for now I'm going to go ignore my broken fence (while crossing my fingers that the rest stays upright) and go read. I hope that all is well in the world o' you...and that your fence isn't falling apart.

Much love to you all!