I usually want the tree to have cute woodsy ornaments, with glass and gold accents. So pretty.
But these guys have been sorely neglected for many years.
It's pickle and potato year, my dears.
You know how Christmas kinda has that familiar feeling? I've noticed that the feeling is slowly shifting. It used to be footy jammies and reading Christmas stories.
Now it's getting help with math homework
And dying hair with friends.
comparing feet
And supporting our parrotlet in her french horn dreams
She's gotta get ready for auditions.
We are embracing our pickleness and potatoeness. Bring all your butter sticks, your astronauts and iridescent wiener dogs. We're in the mood to roll with it.
And it's beautiful.
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