Here. Here! Here? OMG HERE. *THUD*
Okay, so yesterday Doug came from work and said, “Nancy asked if we were hosting the Christmas party again this year.” Okie doke. You know, I like to have parties. I like to decorate and have people come to my house because I hate going to theirs because OMFG what if they have GERMS? So I told him that I guess we could. Whatever he thought.
You see, 2 Christmases ago, we were a few years into the Doug’s holiday party being held here at our house. It was a lot of fun and people always seemed like they had a good time. And then some people moved some stuff around in my house and messed with some things that I didn’t approve of them doing. So, I skipped it last Christmas. I wasn’t about to have it here with all those damn people touching my stuff. But I missed it. I really did miss it even if they were touching my things. (And seriously, the things they moved weren’t items of value or anything but it was just that they had disrespected me.) And there is one woman that I don’t really approve of her being in my house because she burnt one of my good, fancy tea towels and then hid it. I know it was her because she was the only one to use the stove while she was making hot buttered rums. Anyway, I got over that but seriously I don’t like her in my house but I tolerate her.
So yeah, I guess I’ve got 2 weeks to prepare the house for the onslaught of Doug’s co-workers. FUN! It is a appetizer pot-luck sort of thing where everyone brings something and we all eat it. I’ve got to make lists of things I need like plates and mugs and stuff. And OMG do I dare try to go to Ikea to pick up some of their wine glasses so they don’t break my good ones? Ikea has like 9,948,756 wine glasses for 30 cents or some unheard of price. Of course, they’re probably made in China and will be full of lead. Oh wait, my good wine glasses are full of lead. So yeah, I guess the cheap ones would be better. LMAO But do I dare go to Ikea? I mean, to go to Ikea (which I truly hate that store, seriously. I hate it.) I have to drive across a toll bridge, towards the city of San Francisco in traffic and then drive through the ghetto past the now gone lead paint facility and to their parking garage which is a ridiculous distance from the store only to have to walk through the entire fucking store to the basement where they have the kitchen goods. Oh, I could get a cup of tea on the way though, but I don’t think I can find a Sherpa guide to lead me through the damn maze of a store past all their horrifyingly cheap furniture and household things to get to the wine glasses. Fuck it, I’ll just pay a few dollars more and get some from Target or Wal*Mart. I’m not going to Ikea...too traumatizing.
Oh and I’ll need to go to the party store for some stuff, too. Whee! SHOPPING!! heh But for right now, I’ve got to design the invitations, make lists and figure out where to put tables for the foods. I also have a large shortage of seating in this tiny house so I’ve got to figure that out, too. Should I get new coffee tables and end tables or should I just make do with the ones I have? Yay! Party planning! One of my favorite things to do! I should have gone to school to be a party planner. I’d totally kick ass at it. I loved it when I got to do that for the mortgage companies when I worked at those two places. DooteeDoo....
One tree is sufficiently decorated. Though I feel like I need more ornaments on it. HOW could I be short of ornaments? I have like 239,847 give or take a few. Maybe I’ll make up some pretties to add and move around the other ornaments to fill it out properly. 
Garlands still aren’t hung over the windows. I need zip-ties. I have to put that on my list because I keep forgetting them. Oh and thumbtacks. Y’all just hold on, I’ll take some pictures when I’m happy with the result. I’m a fucking perfectionist when it comes to this. It either has to be perfect or it just isn’t going to happen, okay?
