I’m starting to think about MdS as a restful vacation with a bit running thrown in. I’m not underestimating the desert...
My neighbors have their Christmas tree up. I saw its red and green lights shining from their front window as I herded dust bunnies around the living room last night. I don’t know these across the street neighbors, so I’m going to have to guess that one of them works in retail. Because WHY ELSE WOULD YOU PUT UP YOUR CHRISTMAS TREE BEFORE THANKSGIVING?!? I mean honestly, there are rules about these things. Crazy on-top-of-everything-and-always-put-together people get to put up their trees as soon as they’ve washed their Thanksgiving dinner dishes. And not before. My former mother in-law is a wonderful woman and one of these incredibly organized, crazy on-top-of-everything-and-always-put-together people and she never decorated the tree before Thanksgiving. Never. Sure all the decorations were down from the attic and out of their storage boxes and the strings of lights were all untangled and neatly laid out on side tables– and the Christmas cards were already written and stamped for posting. But Christmas decorating did not start until after Thanksgiving. The pilgrim ceramic salt and pepper shakers must never lay eyes on ceramic Christmas tree salt and pepper shakers. Never. And it’s not like we’re living somewhere with particularly Christmasy weather. It’s going to be 80 degrees and sunny today. I feel like I should send the neighbors a polite note about their transgression — or throw a brick through their window. (And this post is not just sour grapes because I haven’t gone shopping for our Thanksgiving dinner.) Without these kind of rules, society crumbles. Crumbles.
Don’t make me whip out my Karate Kid skills. (Was kind of hoping Meghan lost this photo from the camp.)
Also, I’ll be running 10 miles today and doing a fine speed workout.
And also, Brian and Matt have convinced me to do this Whole30 thing. I am sad and craving M&Ms.