Thursday, November 24, 2011
Phonophoto of the day
My tree* is up, my mantle is decorated, and there's not a flat surface in my very green living room that hasn't been holidayed.
Happy Thanksgiving, y'all!
* a fake one. The youngest won't let us buy a real tree anymore, because he says it's killing a tree for no reason. I sputtered in indignation and pointed out that the heavenly aroma alone was a fantastic reason, but he just sort of stared at me and waited for me to finish ranting, then he said, "You can smell them in the wild, Mommy."