Is it already Monday?

Alright, apparently making known my non-compliance with holiday decorating has led me to feel free enough to decorate. Go figure.

I feel like I need to clarify - I don't refuse to decorate; I just don't feel obligated. My holiday spirit doesn't hinge on it.

So, a little tree and a couple of shelves in my bookcase caught the Christmas spirit. The kids are stoked. I had to push all my furniture around to get that blamed tree in there, but at least under the couch got cleaned out.

I forgot to pick Charlotte up for school today. She paid me back by repeatedly refusing to eat her dinner, saying, "This doesn't look like food." It was turkey tetrazzini.

I keep wishing I had a great book to read. I flew through the last three "Twilight" books in less than a week, and now I feel like I've lost my entertainment. I'm not getting any books for myself b/c I asked for some for Christmas. I hate delaying. I also hate surprises.

Oh, there's ANOTHER thing - I really do hate surprises. Just tell me whatever it is you have to tell me. It's not a surprise if you know it's there, but you just don't know what it is. That's just torture. It's a surprise when you never see it coming. And those kind - the real kind - are alright by me.

Hey, here's a shout out to hygiene! I'm giving it another chance. I can't remember when I started thinking that showering less than three days apart was just silly. So, I've been doing this shower-shave-dress-hair-makeup thing, and it is the weirdest feeling - like high school! I mean, I didn't get all dolled up (ever!), but I was at least clean and dressed. I think I even shaved once or twice a week! I'm only a couple of days in, but it's pretty nice. I feel like when I leave the house at a moment's notice, I don't have to scramble as much to find, you know, shoes or a bra or a hat.

It's getting late, and since I'm actually gonna wash my face and remove my makeup, I better get started.

Seriously, I can't believe you people keep reading this. You are very loyal friends.