Finally, Christmas is over. We never did decorate. First time in 30 years.
Well, I think Mom had decorated when she was pregnant. I never really asked.
Everyone liked their gifts. Hopefully the people who received Dyeabolical soap buy more from her in the future.
I was thoroughly spoiled rotten. Candy; fuzzy socks; Eeyore jim-jams (seriously, no one buy me anymore pajamas ever. I have more than enough); candles; YARN (thanks Uncle Jim); and cable, apparently.
I took today off work (and woke up at 7:30). I plan on making cinnamon rolls, watching tv and knitting. Hopefully now everything will go back to normal, and maybe I can get out of whatever weird funk I’m in.
I hope you guys all made it through the holiday in one piece.