Kathy’s last Christmas at Home(scapes)took an interesting turn…

Jus’ kiddin’…we only LOOK like we’re going pagan. But Christmas cheer was evident, clearly.

The madness that is retail in December has finally died down a bit and now we’re entering the quiet (as in dead/deserted) time of the year when we can take a deep breath and ponder the joy of doing inventory.

Man.

We’ve got the ARTs awards coming up next month in Dallas, and I STILL haven’t bought airline tickets or booked a room. It’s a mental illness on my part that makes me procrastinate on something I actually NEED to do before I end up over-paying. But instead of doing the responsible thing I’m sitting her typing a blog.

Hmm,hm,hm.

It’s been one party after the next here in old Carmel. While it’s nice to be included in so many people’s holidays, it’s only taken two weeks for none of my pants to button. I’ve tried the Winter trick of wearing big sweaters to cover the unbuttonings, but since it’s 70 degrees out almost every day, I’m just succeeding in being the sweaty fat guy in a sweater that’s suspiciously tight across the belly.

I only have myself to blame…no one MADE me make those 6 dozen cookies on Christmas morning. And nobody’s makin’ me eat so many either.

Gotta go…there’s a pound cake calling my name.