It's March. It's Tuesday. It's Mardi Gras. And I'm going to show you a few things.
We are coming up on one of my least favorite holidays. Which is weird, because I am a hopeless romantic. Blame my Libran nature. But I can't stand gushy, smoochy, grossness. Gods, I sounds like a 10 year old boy.
The big day has come and gone. My living room looks like a Toys R Us crack den. My kitchen could star on an episode of Hoarders. But my bookshelf is going to be legendary.
Welcome aboard, train wreck. No big post today. Just wishing you a Happy Yulemas and Seasons Seasonings. I hope you get everything on your wishlist and someone else does the cleaning.
I blinked. And it's Christmas Eve. It must have happened while I was at work. Or at Wal-Mart. Or scrolling Amazon. But now I have one day to clean my house before my in laws storm up my steps like my door is the beach at Normandy.