Extreme Makeover, North Pole Edition

Christmas break is the perfect time to tear up perfectly good (yet cluttered) living spaces and get ready to remodel. Or, so I hear.

And ‘remodel’ is our own cheapass way of doing it, we can’t afford a real rip-down-the-walls type of remodel, so today we are:

Replacing the kitchen faucet, which after a dozen years has begun leaking in ways that faucets shouldn’t

Re-organize our bedroom closet, and part of our bedroom, a process that began weeks ago

Drop off another case of books at Half Price Books and hope we actually leave the store with less books than we brought in. This time.

If any of this sounds like “chores” or “forced labor,” I need to add that Santa Claus came again at our house last night. Twice.

And I still haven’t lost the smile on my face…

Greetings! Texas Style.

The most inspirational holiday message I’ve seen so far this week has to be all the electronic highway billboards in North Texas (the ones that usually say helpful things like “road construction, next 1,200 miles) that announced the cheerful if not seasonal:

DRINK
DRIVE
GO TO JAIL

I wish I had tons of witty stories about our Christmas shenannagins (and I can’t be bothered to spell check, sue me) but right now I’m worn out. I’ve been in the car with three kids all afternoon, except for a little three hour stint at the eye doctor (don’t ask) and we just unpacked and started a load of laundry full of the sheets the cat peed on because it was locked in the bedroom.

So, yeah.

Anyway, I’ve found that red wine (from the “cheap-ass vinyards” of Eastern Oklahoma, I think) goes well with the Little Debbie cakes shaped like Christmas trees.

Happy Christmas, y’all, more to follow.

Later on we’ll perspire

as we screwwww by the fire

Wait, that isn’t how it goes?

Oh, yeah. Whatever.

Here. And, for good measure, here.

Y’all be safe out there. Merry Christmas, or just have a great day if Christmas isn’t your bag, baby.

I have the bike built, I brought all the bags in (during a rainstorm), I’m waiting for the cousins to come home from church so they can go to bed so they can go to sleep so I can put gifts out by the tree and help with stockings and stuff.

G’nite all.