A Letter to 2010

Dear Year 2010,

I am anxious to see you leave.
You brought me every emotion I have ever known to have and some I still can't place.
You were a little heavy on the negative ones.
And that as why I am ready to bid you farewell.
Don't let the door hit your ass on the way out.

-Berly

PS. Thanks for the joy this last week. I'm guessing it's your makeup for the year.

The Tree

So the hubs, as a child, was allowed to decorate the family Christmas tree to his liking. Along with his sisters of course.
And my MIL would leave the ornaments EXACTLY how they put them on.
For real?
For real.
So we let the kids decorate the tree this year.
They are 4 and 2 1/2.
I'm not allowed to redecorate it when they aren't here.
At first I thought he was joking.
But he did a serious face that I've never seen before.
I have never been so ready to take down Christmas decorations.
This is going to be a long December people.