Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing—Benjamin Franklin
I am ashamed.
Nov
09
I hung Christmas lights the other day. I'm trying to convince myself that I just wanted to add a little ambiance to the room or blame it on the fact that Little loves them. That is false. I just wanted Christmas lights. I fully hang my head in shame, all the while wearing a silly little smile and sighing to myself because I'm enjoying them so much.
I am usually a strictly wait-until-the-day-after-Thanksgiving-to-even-hear-a-Christmas-song kind of girl, but for the last few years it has grown increasingly difficult. I don't know whether it is having Little or just an inevitable spillover because I love the Christmas season so much, but seriously... this is ridiculous.
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