My rumpus is tired from the rumpus. I just unpacked my most favortist--I know that's not a word, but it matches my feeling the bestest--box of Santas. A box that held the little guy that started all this madness. My parents gave him to me when I was little--he is a bank--they were probably trying to also encourage a habit of saving $. Unfortunately, that part of the message didn't take hold. Santamania did.
Unfortunately, I just noticed there is a box of my favortist Christmas teapots missing. Hmmm???Garage?? Please say it ain't so.
Guess the rumpus is on-going. Decorating tip of the day--"never underestimate the power of a string of white lights." I'll be passing the hat for my power bill later.
I am happy to report that at the table where we eat there are 3 out of 4 places where one could sit and enjoy a meal. There are two spots in the livingroom for tired rumpusses or rumpi(??? ) and several spots in the den. I did not fill Duke Boy's chair or block the view of the TV.
Time to get ready for work so I can get some relief.