Good morning and salutations!

Hello dear friends!  It is Wednesday, it what has to be the longest week of all time...of ALL TIME.  That could be for many reasons: one--I hate my job, two--I am 32 hours away from a 12 day vacation from said hell-on-earth job, and three--because it is almost CHRISTMAS TIME!!  So yes...like I said this week has been the longest week.  Ever. 

So I know that I wrote a few posts ago that I have not been a good girl and I have neglected my blogging responsibilities, and then I didn't really remedy that problem and I continued to ignore my post.  Please do not think that it is because I don't love the fact that my random spasms of blogs don't bring the 5 of you that read them joy because that is not the case!  Blame it on Julie for not nagging me to post stuff, blame it on my mind going into a romance induced mooshy state (thank you Match.com...I really have not thanked you enough), blame it on the rain...whatever you blame it on know that I love you all, each and every one of you. 

As we all know, unless you have been living under a rock and have therefore lost all sense of time--if that is the case welcome back--we are in the thick of the holiday season!!  The time of year that I lustfully wait for is upon us!  This year I do have to admit--hold for anticipation--it took me a few days to get into the whole "Christmas Time Is Here" spirit.  **HUGE GASP** I know I know!  Never fear my friends your "Christmas Queen" (Charlie Brown reference...anyone?...anyone?) came to her senses and my house is appropriately decorated so that I may keep my title...although it ALWAYS needs more decorations and I have been stead fast at working on achieving a certain level of "Christmas has thrown up everywhere".  Still working on it.  Every year I pack up my holiday decorations (all whilst sobbing and drinking lots of wine...which I am not sure if it makes it hurt more or hurt less...I should conduct a study--while drinking wine of course), and every year I swear I have enough decorations.  Then the next year the day comes when I pull out my decorations and I am met with a sense of horror at my inadequate amount of decorations!  It literally puts me into a panic attack at the audacity of myself thinking that I in any way call myself the Christmas Queen at all.  How does this happen?  Last Christmas I was so happy staring at my loot of decor like a pirate staring at a treasure chest of gold, and this year I am left crying hysterically in a corner while tearing my hair out and the sight of the 2 broken Christmas ornaments that make up my stash.  So this year I have decided I am going to get 4 new Christmas boxes...the red and green kind...we all know them and know them well.  I am going to fill those babies to the brim with Christmas decor and dag nab it, if I still am thrown into a state of discontent next year when I open up the boxes...well then I just don't know.  I guess in reality...what would Christmas be without a famous Hattie meltdown?  I mean really!

Tis the season!