Sunday, October 14, 2007
As My Beloved pointed out this afternoon, the Christmas ornament habit we've been feeding of late isn't harming anyone. It's not like it's crack or booze or anything. it's just ornaments.
Well, yeah, there's wine every now and then. But mostly it's ornaments. We go to Christmas stores. We go to Hallmark. We go to Carlton Cards. We look at them online. We seek them out at toy shows (which is where we found the two we gasped at and took home this afternoon - Fisher Price classics turned into tree danglers. I mean come ON, how could anyone in their 30s resist these?).
Ornaments are our porn. Pornaments, if you will.
You do what you have to do, right? You do what works. And right now ornament porn it is.
I suspect by this point we are dangerously close to needing a third tree, but we'll worry about that another time, shall we?