Step One: It Puts the Lights on the Christmas Tree

I just returned from my friend Keith's birthday party, which he conveniently has each year ON his birthday, the 23rd of December. What would complete my evening? Getting the friggin' Christmas tree decorated would complete my #$%@!* evening.

I rarely venture into our 'storage space' in the basement, but there was no getting around it... that's where all the Christmas decorations are. Most of my college text books, my first computer, various pieces of old furniture, boxes of (Dave? What's in those boxes of yours?) and anything else we've been able to jam into the 4x8 space also call that area 'home.' All of it can be tossed in the garbage, except my Org Chem text book, that's a classic and GOES NOWHERE!

While lugging the festive red and green plastic crates upstairs I came to the conclusion that the only way I could possibly get through the process was to nip at some Bushmills, sorry honey, but you are out of town and not going to do anything to decorate this 12 foot arboreal intruder, so I have to cope.

More entries to follow .................