My calendar says it's December 27. Wow. Christmas is over. I survived. The last of the visitors leaves today. I think I'll be packing up the shiny ornaments, mistletoe, and garlands and reclaim my house.
The yard can stay festooned with sparkling lights and candy canes. DH can reclaim it because like, it's not my job, man.
The yard can stay festooned with sparkling lights and candy canes. DH can reclaim it because like, it's not my job, man.
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