I splurged last week and bought a green and red JOY sign at the dollar store, but it broke five seconds later. Now it's JO. So people who like coffee (aka Grahm) are real confused.
Because I put the PRO in procrastination, I decided to add to our teensy ornament collection instead of taking a stab at the Mt. Everest-like laundry pile (didn't I JUST clean our clothes?), packing our bags for our trip to Nashville tomorrow afternoon (that's right TOMORROW), or wrapping everyone's presents... which are still sitting on the floor in their original bags. We bought way too much stuff. Like whoa.
I would make a terrible terrible terrible elf (besides my short stature). That or I already make a terrible wife. Although I'm beginning to think the terms wife and elf are synonymous. We (us wives/elves) do all the grunt work like clean, wrap, and pack, and Santa (husbands) get all the credit. I guess, they do kinda pay for it all (in my case). Maybe it evens out.
Back to my ornament.
I bought this little baby today. Plain clear balls are nonexistent. I searched the ends of the earth (Hobby Lobby) and this was the all I came up with. Darn all that color and glitter. It's like Tinsel Town on steroids in that store.
This was the program my mom, dad, aunt, and anyone else who we could
So after all that time, you may be wondering why I have a pair of scissors in my hands. That's right, I cut the crap out of one of our leftover programs. It was kind of freeing, in a weird way. Just think of what I could do with a machete and some garland.
Turned out pretty good, huh?Now we have another ornament to add to our ever-growing collection. Another way to remember our first crazy fun Christmas... although with our hectic travel plans to Nashville to San Antonio to OKC to Dallas to OKC to San Antonio and back and all the packing/moving/etc that's about to take over our lives, I doubt we'll be forgetting it anytime soon.