I need a Fairy Blingmother to flit into
That Old House and begin the de-Christmas-ing.
As much as I like tarting up the old barn in December,
is how much I do not like packing it all up again in January.
The house looks so bare and spare when all the
sizzle and lights are taken away.
But needs must, as they say. This weekend,
slightly behind most of the rest of the world, we will get it done.
And I know there are others of you out there who
are also still gazing at your Christmas trees in full blaze.
You know who you are.
'Fess up.
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Dylan Dog is unsympathetic.
He doesn't understand the whole
tree-in-the-house thing anyway, and as long as he's got
his stuffed toys and warm soft places to snooze, he's good.
Today was not his favorite day of this week.
He got a bath.
"Watch out, Mom, them's my eyes!"
"I don't think I am supposed to be this wet. Ever."
"See? This is not a good look for me!"
And a few seconds of video, of Dylan in his bath.
He fights getting into the sink, but once in he's pretty cooperative.
Although it takes him awhile, and lots of snacks, for him to forgive us.
Although it takes him awhile, and lots of snacks, for him to forgive us.
That's Anne, telling Dylan he's a good boy.
So, I guess no matter how much I dislike putting away the
Christmas decor, I can always tell myself it could be worse:
I could be a dog, getting a bath.
Have a lovely Friday evening -- Cass
P.S. My apologies to Mary of Little Red House; she posted on Facebook
about being willing to pay someone to de-decorate her house, and I thought, "What a great idea!"
And then, I stole it. Except changed it to a Fairy, whom we all know would work for free.
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