I Need A Little Silly, Right This Very Minute

Yes, I do need a little silly, and I need it right now.

Luckily, I am usually silly enough to supply it to myself.

Here goes.

Note to self:  If there's ever a next time for this, don't crinkle up your forehead

in an effort to lift your eyebrows.  Mistake.  Big, crepe papery mistake.

Yes, that's silly.  But it kept me amused while

Howard was shopping.

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And then there is this...

Last summer, Anne fashioned a Jabberwock.

(Want to know why? Click here.)

It recently returned to That Old House,

and brave little Dylan Dog confronted it head-on.

 From Daddy's lap.

Okay, I'm starting to feel a little better.

Silly is good.

This weekend, we (if by "we" I mean "Howard") put the trees

up in the Parlor . . . 

and in the Dining Room.

They still need their fluffing and their ornaments.

Because, yes, they look awful right now.

But eventually, the Parlor trees will look like they did last year.

This is the first year the Dining Room will have an almost-full

sized tree, decorated with little tea cups and old silver spoons.
 And ribbon. Gotta have ribbon. And maybe poinsettias. And . . . .

Next weekend, we'll set up the fresh tree in the sunroom.

That tree is my fave, but don't tell the others.

We don't want hurt feelings.

Okay. Enough sillies.  Heading for my antiques booth now

for some holiday flufferating there.  And . . . News!

That Old House may be starting up another booth.

In another location.  Come back Friday and I'll spill the beans.

-- Cass

P. S.  Annie just looked over at the computer, and asked why I had "My Space" photos
         in the post.  Wow.  Is My Space still a thing?  My daughter dates herself.