I had every intention of putting together an entertaining or even thought-provoking post today, but I have just spent the last 4 hours putting lights on our new Christmas tree, including a trip to Walmart in the middle, and I'm still a strand short. Insert expletives of choice here.
If it weren't already nearly 9 PM and I didn't have a number of other things (including this post) that need to get done before I go to bed, I would totally go back to get that strand so I can just finish the darn thing. This comes as a surprise to exactly no one.
Perhaps tomorrow will be the day. But then again, I might just throw up a 3 year old picture and call it a night, too. I'm such an enigma.