Bad, Bad, Bad

It all started with me sitting on the couch being bored.  There was nothing on TV, no new books around the house to read, it was too dark and cold to take the dogs for a walk, and Sweet Husband was at the Studio working away.  The boxes of Christmas decorations in our storage cubby--taking advantage of my moment of weakness--began calling to me.  "It's only a week before Thanksgiving...it's not too early...c'mon just come open us up and see what's here."  And then, despite a solemn vow that I was going to wait until at least next weekend, before I knew it....

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