We’re at my grandparents house and about to set up the tree. Unfortunately, we’re stuck waiting on Mr. Aggie (in the shower) or my brother (in the bed) because an increasingly-pregnant lady is apparently not allowed to assemble a tree or climb up a ladder to retrieve oversized boxes of decorations. Humph.
At least I’ve got the Christmas tunes going. That’s a start. I heart Christmas decorating/preparations to an almost unhealthy extent and I’m about to go insane waiting on one of the big lugs to get in here so we can get this party started.
