putting away Christmas, finally!

Okay, so I'm really getting in to this now. Two, yes TWO! blog posts in one day. Don't faint!

I came home and decided that I was sick and tired of walking around the Christmas trees and ornament boxes in the dining room and the hall way. Stephen has promised me for two MONTHS that he'd put them away. Has he yet? Noooo, and if I ask him about it? He's tired, he's hurting, he'll do it tomorrow, he'll do it this weekend. Well you know what? Tomorrow is today!

Soooo, I felt so good today I decided I'd do it no matter what the heck happened. I came home, put the Christmas wreath in the attic, put away a couple of rolls of wrapping paper, grabbed a box, couldn't get it up the teeny tiny stairs/opening to the attic. Hmmm, how did I ever get it DOWN from there? Grabbed a tree bag. Couldn't pick it up, but it had a handle in the end, so I dragged it up the attic steps. Yup, dragged. It was so freakin' heavy I could barely move it (and no, I'm not a weakling when it comes to lifting stuff) but I dragged it up and shoved it on a bare spot. Tried to pick up the second tree. Could pick it up, but no handle to PULL it up the stairs. So I tried to carry it up. I couldn't lift it high enough to climb the stairs with it. Soooo, back up and punt.

I searched around and found room in the garage for the tree and the one ornament box that never should have fit in the attic in the first place. Carried the tree all the way down the side of the hill (we have a walkout basement house and the garage is detached), almost in the garage when a bird sh*t in my hair. Huge amount of it......

....if I could have killed that bird I would have made it the most painful, slow death imagineable......

Sooooo, I got the tree in the garage, moved the ornament box, came in, washed my hair not once but TWICE and put a pot of water on to boil for spaghetti. Thank goodness my day started out so nicely because it sure ended in sh*t.


sussann