Good morning everybody!
I see that the coffee urn is waiting to go, so I'll get things started.
We've got some nice Costa Rican medium-roast in the urn, and some Darjeeling from Sri Lanka for the tea.
I can see that there are some leftover Thanksgiving cupcakes, and some fresh-made spice bars, so that should tide folks over until someone with more talent arrives with goodies.
Lady Jay has many of the Christmas decorations up. She used to play a game where she would put up a few a day, and then, when I got home from work, I had to see if I could pick out the new ones.
"This one?"
"No – that's been up for a week."
"Oh. THIS one!"
"No, that went up yesterday."
…and so on. The kids always got a giggle at Dad's expense because I was so bad at it.
Now that our kids have their own kids, she has the 16 or so big Rubbermaid tubs of decorations labeled by kind.
"Bring up the Santas box…Now bring up the Angels box…now bring up the forest and lights…"
Then, the Big One … "OK, we're ready for the three Christmas Village boxes!"
We have a big bookshelf in the sitting room, and she clears three levels off, then carefully builds up the infrastructure so that our son and DIL can actually lay out the village – from photos taken last year.
It's a big production. And I'm an integral part of it. I'm the BFI – Brute Force, and Ignorance.
Just call me "Fetch".