I really couldn't stand it anymore.
The water in the tree stand had turned icky and smelly, and we couldn't take the tree down without taking everything else down, lest we open up the red Rubbermaid storage bins next December and are greeted by year-old Douglas fir needles, so my house is now totally and utterly devoid of any Christmas decorations. And, like every year, I am reminded of how much a pain in the ass a real tree is. Behold:
Notice how my "helping" is "taking pictures to document the mess so maybe I'll consider going fake next year". At least this time around the tree didn't crash and (figuratively) burn in the middle of the night, or leak a careful solution of Super Special Tree Preserver all over our new laminate floor, as has happened in years past. Sigh.
And to answer the question regarding the appearance of a Wii under said Christmas tree: sadly, no. Though after seeing my face after opening all our gifts to each other on Christmas morning, J promised we could get one this week. However, after calling (literally) a dozen stores in the area, it appears that there are no Wiis to be had in the tri-county area. That could be an exagerration, but I spent a good hour on the phone calling around, and I tired of the game and gave up. For today.
And it's probably for the best anyway, since today we made the trek out to Ikea and dropped an obscene amount of money (by J's standards, which you should know by now means "more than 20 bucks"). At any rate, it was much more than we'd intended on spending, but I wore J down and we bought several things I've been wanting for a while, so I am less heartbroken about my lack of Wii (Wii Envy?). Check out my new office chair and plastic rolly mat thing:
HOW CUTE IS THAT MAT. SO CUTE.
And the chair isn't much, but I did put it together all by myself.
We also bought a new area rug, a clock, some laundry sorter things, and a new dresser-thing for the bedroom to store our linens, since the hand-me-down antique buffet-thing we'd been using all this time is pretty old and busted. Thing thing thing.
And since I have contracted some kind of gross snotty upper respiratory thing (thing!), our New Year's will be spent at home, in sweatpants, assembling affordable mass-produced umlaut-laden named furniture, cursing the neighbors who will shoot fireworks until the wee hours, and removing terrified cats from the ceiling. So okay, maybe it won't be that different than any other day, but just in case you were wondering.
P.S. Dear Blogger, WTF with the wonky spacing. Love, Gin