Sick, sick, sick, that's where.
Don't know what I've got but I've had it for 17 days and counting. Cough, sore throat, earaches, no voice, and a nose on the fast track. Don't I wish I owned stock in Kleenex!
It's no fun getting sick Thanksgiving weekend and still being sick going into week 3. That's a fact. The miracle is that I haven't given it to hubby, thank goodness, who's having a bit of surgery tomorrow. Zithromax didn't touch this plaque, but the cough syrup with codeine is a godsend at bedtime. I still can't sleep through the night, but the coughing calms down for a few blissful hours.
Ask me if my shopping is done and of course I'll laugh out loud which brings a coughing spasm, so please, don't ask. We did get a tree set up in the living room on Saturday night but the decorations remain in the attic. Wreaths are on the downstairs windows and carriage lights either side of the garage door, but not on the second floor windows yet. The pumpkins and gourds were moved off the porch this weekend after sharing space with a snowman for several days. Keep in mind, I haven't been leaving the house during this illness, so that snowman didn't get picked up on my radar as quickly as it would've in normal circumstances. Tsk tsk. And my fabulous wreath with all the big, glistening ornaments is somewhere in the attic with the stockings and reindeer and other mantle decor. Can't guarantee any of this will get done since we'll both be pretty much out of commission starting tomorrow.
I've come up with THE MOST FABULOUS class ideas, and yes, the clock is ticking on me. Surely this weekend I'll find the needed boost to climb those stairs and knock out some samples.
In the meantime, I wanted to share a few holiday ideas with you so you won't feel too slighted with this post.
And I've got a couple of trees that would be divine for displaying tiny gift parcels like the ones below, if only I felt like making the parcels.