Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Note to self.

Never, ever pack a Christmas wreath with all sorts of wiry do-dads on it with beaded garland.
Just how did it get so tangled up when it was sitting ( supposedly) in a box up in the attic all year?

Maybe we really do have creepy g-nomes around here.

No comments:

Streams of consciousness from a mother of 10 who usually can't collect her thoughts and finds commas a nuisance.