This year I kinda suck in the Christmas/wife/citizen department. Last year was also slightly sucky but I blamed it on being miserable and pregnant. I wonder if for the rest of my life I will have something to excuse the fact that I have presents with no tags (my bad Steve, that Victoria's Secret set was for Na, but I think you'd smell great in Pure Seduction) and a tree that might burst into flames at any given second due to the fact that I haven't watered it in three weeks.
Either way, I checked out some photos from Christmas past to reassure myself that I've totally improved.
Either way, I checked out some photos from Christmas past to reassure myself that I've totally improved.
Example one. Circa 2003
I always tell people that one of our first years married we were so poor that we couldn't afford stockings so we stole a pair of my sisters old soccer socks and wrote our names on them with permanent marker. Shove a fake poinsettia on it and voila. Don't worry people, this won't be turning into a diy blog anytime soon.
But seriously, what the hell? Was this the year I couldn't kick the glue habit? Actually, that year would have been 1988 and I was waaay craftier then. I rocked that macaroni necklace project like a mini Jared (the one that has Just in front of his name and not the one living in my house). And in the name of full disclosure I was more of a glue eater than sniffer but I'm sure that can't be any better for the brain cells.
Side note Monster, don't eat glue.
If I could afford stuff to shove in the sock, couldn't I have just run down to the dollar store and grabbed a stocking? I definitely wasn't in an eco phase, but I might start claiming that. I was just re purposing people. And no, I didn't wash the socks. My machine wasn't energy star approved.
I should finish this blog, but my monster is ready to torch something small and flurry until then, a picture of my best excuse.
But seriously, what the hell? Was this the year I couldn't kick the glue habit? Actually, that year would have been 1988 and I was waaay craftier then. I rocked that macaroni necklace project like a mini Jared (the one that has Just in front of his name and not the one living in my house). And in the name of full disclosure I was more of a glue eater than sniffer but I'm sure that can't be any better for the brain cells.
Side note Monster, don't eat glue.
If I could afford stuff to shove in the sock, couldn't I have just run down to the dollar store and grabbed a stocking? I definitely wasn't in an eco phase, but I might start claiming that. I was just re purposing people. And no, I didn't wash the socks. My machine wasn't energy star approved.
I should finish this blog, but my monster is ready to torch something small and flurry until then, a picture of my best excuse.
Stick a monster in something cute and fluffy and you have the perfect Trojan horse. Don't give him any money, I'm pretty sure he's running some sort of ponzi scheme.
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