I had my first non-compliant food dream last night. I had eaten some chocolate covered peanuts...gross! I didn't even eat those pre-paleo (now chocolate covered almonds is a different story...nomnomnom). I woke freaked out then calmed myself....it was only a dream! whew
Our Christmas tree finally got decorated....it was only up for like 2 weeks before I finally hauled out the big ass Christmas box and decorated. Husbie poo pooed putting on the tinsel on the tree and that's man's work so the tree is tinsel-less which is ok. We have lots of decoration, probably enough for 2 trees so I only put on my most favourite decorations and now you get to see them (lucky y'all)
These are husbie's and mine 80s Baby's First Christmas ornaments. I love that they are so similar, I bet they came from Sears or The Bay or some shit
I made this ornament when I worked at a daycare years ago. That was the best daycare I ever worked at, they had money and they treated the employees really good.
Because of the above ornament husbie MADE this for me 4 years ago...he made it himself following a tutorial on the web. I love stars and the fact that he hand sewed this for me *mushmush*
More handmade love! K.P made me some super cute decorations last year this snowman (the Cat in the Hat hat was a gift from a good friend years ago)
The blue and white pine cone is my favourite of the 5 she made
The funniest of the 5...a half eaten gingerbread man...bahahaha
A bow...and check out the gifts under the tree!
And of course a jolly Santa...ho ho ho
Tiny squirrel ornament, a gift from husbie
The Christmas chicken! This became a weird random tradition when the place my mom was working at awhile back had all these rubber chickens in stockings (??? so random) so now there will always be a rubber chicken (or 2!) in my tree.
This is husbie's ornament from when he was really small
This is one of my favourite decorations that was in the box of Christmas stuff when husbie and I combined houses...like a week after we met. He came home with me one night and honestly never left (his living situation was shit at the time so I wanted him with me instead of where he was)...9 years later I'd say life is good. IT'S A MUTHERFUCKING SKIING MOUSE! He can't figure out why I love it so much. He's vintage and creepycute! This guy ends up on the tree every year.