The last remaining bits of the holiday tree are finally gone from the sunroom. Yes, today is Feb 25th, figured it was about time. We took the tree itself out, finally, i on Sunday, but only after Gary hacked off half the limbs for some reason (I didn't ask - he was doing it, I wouldn't want to interfere!). So they were all over the floor, and he insisted he'd pick them up while Rowan and I were at church, then before work Monday, well... finally tonight it happened. Now we just have to send the few presents still below what was the tree. Oops.

Alive. No duct tape. Oodles of snow. Finally above freezing temps! Did I mention the oodles of snow? School vacation week. One miserable cooped up kindergartener. Have you heard about the snow? Lots of indecent TV. Watched Joe Millionaire, please, shoot me. Watched every single episode of Joe Millionaire. Again with the shooting of me, please? Who the heck calls their kid Peabo? Love songs, kill me again, please? But not with anything I'd need duct tape to protect me from.