I have a wee little solar light string on the trellis that the passionflower vine inhabits, I am baking cookies, and (and here is the pertinent part) I am listening to mannheim steamroller. I would have a real tree, but a) little apartment and b) ginormous cats. (although I was tempted to stop by and get a little baby one when I had the truck on Friday.) Once The Boy and I get home from MI we'll put up the little fake tree we have. There's no snow, but we can't have everything, can we.
Going to meet Ebet and Thomas and mebbe Alexis in the city later for some...something. we don't know what.
two things...how much do their neighbours hate them, and what is their power bill?
and of course: