I woke up the day after Christmas frantic to have life back to normal in at least three rooms of the house… so I quickly plucked the ornaments off the tree, sometimes 3 at a time, unstrung the lights and grabbed that sucker by the trunk and performed a tree-ectomy that would make any lumberjack proud.

Note to self: Remember to check the reservoir water level next year before yanking the damn tree down and splashing Mary into the waiting arms of the Wise Men. Coincidentally, there is no Joseph in that particular Nativity scene.

I couldn’t help but notice the turkey had completely thawed in the refrigerator… with nothing under it. Blood had pooled everywhere and I wasn’t in the mood to deal with the mess along with everything else… It wasn’t pretty, but an unlikely hero stepped up to help: My hubby!! He took all the food out and completely dismantled the shelving and bins in the fridge… and cleaned it all.

Not to self: Buy him that Trackir thing he wants to show him how much I appreciate him! Or sexual favors. Whatever works.