I'm about to do something I've never, in all of my thirty-eight years, done before. I've gone back and forth trying to decide if its even morally right. But then I think about it more and more and have decided its a preference thing. I may get judged, and I'm okay with it. Although I am one for traditional values and to think of bucking those for the first time in my life is really really hard. And I think if my mom were still here I wouldn't even DARE consider this. But she's not so I'm going to take a walk on the wild side. I don't think I'm caving in to social pressure. I don't think it's that I've had evil influences bombarding me from all sides (although some of you will say differently.) You and I may part ways here and if we do, I will miss you but will completely understand. To each his own. And I may sneak back to you with my tail between my legs begging for your forgiveness if this turns out to be a bad idea. If that happens, please be gentle with me. I'm a delicate flower.
I know the suspense is killing you so here goes nothin':
I am going to break out the Christmas decorations early this year and put my stuff up this weekend.
For my whole life the *rule* has been they don't go up a day before the Saturday after Thanksgiving. Nor do you listen to one single Christmas song before that day as well. But you see, a month just isn't nearly worth it. All the effort. All the trips up and down and to and from the attic. Yada Yada. And with the kids (is it wrong to use them as my scapegoats?) I want to milk every day of this holiday season.
So, if you don't hear from me this weekend, it's probably because I'm knee deep in tinsel and twinkly lights. Either that or one of you has hired a hit man to take me out. It would be easy to do 'cuz now you know where to find me!