Thanksgiving is over, which means that as of Friday morning Otis has deemed that it is now calendarily appropriate to put up the Christmas decorations. We agreed we would decorate on Sunday, so I spent part of Saturday afternoon purchasing new Christmas decorations at Garden Ridge. I had this crazy idea to decorate in non-traditional colors, born partly of my desire to do something fun and different, and partly of Otis' repeated demands that our Christmas decorations match our current apartment decor.

As soon as I got home with my orange/brown/gold color scheme I knew it was a mistake. I started thinking about all of my childhood ornaments sitting in a box in our storage closet and realized they were going to clash terribly with these fancy new decorations. Seeing as how my childhood memories are so intimately wrapped up in my joy of Christmas, Otis and I decided to scratch the new decorations and just add to what I already have. He even agreed to go with me to Garden Ridge the next day to return the items and pick out new decorations. Him. A man. Agreeing to go where no man has ever willfully gone before. I wasn't going to pass up this opportunity.

The combined excitement of decorating for Christmas and the fact that my husband was going to accompany me to Garden Ridge the next day was so overwhelming that I jumped up and ran through the open sliding glass door onto our balcony to start pulling the Christmas decorations out of the storage closet. That is until I ran full force into the screen door that had been pulled shut. The force of impact was so great that it ripped the screen door off its track and simultaneously threw me back into the living room. I was so confused as to what happened that I just stood there looking at Otis, then back at the door, then back at Otis, until I finally realized what happened and nearly peed my pants from the hilarity of it all. And if Abi could talk, she would have been openly mocking me in retaliation for all the times I've laughed at her for doing the exact same thing.