One day you're remembering your nation's war heroes and the next the man in the red suit is getting set to squirm down your chimney. I looked at the calendar and sure enough, it's only eighteen days 'til the big event. The kids are right - it is time to decorate.
Last night we cleared a spot and hauled the tree up from the basement. Now. the whole tree decorating thing has never been a big thrill for me, but when I see the kids actually cooperating toward a shared goal - well, you've just got to love that.
So the tree is up and, weather permitting, I imagine the outdoor lights might be going up tonight.
There was also a birthday around here and it was one that we almost missed.
That's right - the lovely Willow is now eight years old. The kids insisted we do it right and get her treats and a new toy. Unlike this particular picture, she was thrilled with her birthday gifts.
This weekend my wife and I attended a murder mystery dinner party hosted by our local BIA. It was well-attended with local merchants, restaurateurs and even a local council member and the township's mayor. I am glad to report that I neither murdered nor was murdered through the course of the evening. My wife cannot make the same claim.
I know that I promised some pictures of our new, used car, but the safety discovered some invisible issues that are being dealt with. I should get the car back today and pictures will follow.
I need to get back to writing so I'll leave you with this picture.
And yes, that is the beard.