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Because I couldn't find any brave young men to go up on my roof to string Christmas lights, it was only the lower level that got adorned. And as such, my three-story house looks like a rancher. The top half is totally ignored, neglected and naked.

So I'm all Merry Christmas on the outside and not a stitch of holiday cheer on the inside. So this weekend it is my goal to address the holidays. I will fill out and address and mail all of my Christmas cards, purchase and decorate a tree, wrap gifts and bake a gingerbread house. Of course I'm lying about that last thing, but it just seemed to fit.

I'm having a little office Christmas cocktail party tomorrow for which a new outfit will be purchased tonight. I've got my eye on this. At least the shirt. The pants aren't really doing it for me. And of course it will look exactly like that on me as it does on that model. (Now, you guys might want to start backing up before the lightening bolts start showering down.)

I also plan on some obnoxiously big hair.

It's as cold as a witch's tit outside today. It is supposed to be more of the same tomorrow. But it is supposed to start to warm up on Sunday and be in the mid 60s all next week. And that's nice, right? If I can somehow talk Mother Nature (or should I talk to Mother Earth? Or Father Time?) into letting that trend continue through Christmas then I would dance a little jig.

Now, what are you guys buying me for Christmas?


PS - I think one of my light up reindeer is pregnant.