Well, we had Thanksgiving at our house, folks.  It was wonderful.  I really enjoyed it, but would you believe there is not a Thanksgiving Decoration to be bought in November?  And should you try to purchase something Thanksgiving Day, FORGET IT!  Christmas has already come…

 as it has at our house.  This picture was taken Thanksgiving DAY, people.  I couldn’t even wait until the holiday was over.  I just had to put up the tree and at least do the lights.

The ornaments were on the tree the following day.  And I just want to say something about ornaments.  I love putting ornaments on the tree, though not  because trying to find the perfect decorating balance on such a conical object is enjoyable for me.  I love reminiscing about the ornaments.  Each ornament on my tree means something.  It tells a story.  It came from someone or someplace, and surprisingly I can pretty much tell you where and from whom.  For example, we have the dollar store ornaments that I bought when Charming and I had our first Christmas together and we were poor and had no money.  (The tree in the picture is our $20 Walmart fakey from the same Christmas). Or the glass sphere ornament from Holland that was given to us by a family in our first neighborhood that sort of adopted us.  Or there’s the personalized little house ornament my step-mom gave us one year.  I just love it.  I love the stories of the ornaments! 

And on an unrelated note, I have the most stick straight, pointing right at you, eyelashes of anyone I know.  I went to a Mary Kay makeover thing today and didn’t have my eyelash curler with me, and I will tell you I seriously almost cried when I put on the mascara.  I was EMOTIONAL.  So straight.  So horizontal.  So going to stab you with my butterfly kisses.  I had to fudge around with the applicator to get them curly and it was WORK and I ended up with much mascara and a little bit of curl.  I really did almost cry though.  I held it back because I didn’t want to smudge anything. 

I’m weird.  Any great ornament tales?