The Simple Things

The older I get, the more I realize that the simple things in life make me the happiest. When I buy a new pair of shoes, I'm only happy when i buy them. When I get my credit card bill, I'm extremely unhappy.

Last night I decorated my Christmas tree while Julie and Whitney were making holiday treats (and quite a mess) in the kitchen. It was fun; we were silly.

My tree has absolutely no rhyme or reason. This year I bought a fake tree. I realized I just wasn't in the mood for watering it and having a huge fire hazard in my living room. I bought the really HUGE light bulbs to decorate the tree. I love them. They make me feel like I'm 8 and should be wearing footie pajamas and drinking hot cocoa with a few too many mini marshmallows crammed into the top of my mug. My ornaments are random. They are a conglomeration of ornaments people have given me over the years and a few I have purchased on my own. I also have some really old Winne the Pooh ornaments that my brother and I had on our trees growing up. Eeyore is missing an eye but I still love him.