I have been going shopping on Black Friday for the last few years. This year, I didn't go. The thought of fighting all those people for a few deals just seemed like too much work.
I must be losing my touch.
Last night, after the last of the turkey was put away and the house had fallen into a wonderful quiet, I loaded my million boxes of X-mas decorations into the house from the garage. I put up one tree, and the snow village. I discussed tree placement with Mr. Barefoot, we had the same fight over decorating style that we have every year. Finally, around midnight, we crawled into bed.
I woke this morning to Little Sprout squealing in glee "It's a Chwistmas Twee!" She was awed by the pretty lights, and the shiny ornaments. She loved the little snow village, and immediately began digging through the boxes in the living room to find more fun things to play with.
I had better hurry up and finish so I can get that stuff back out to the garage.
I am planning on spending the day stuffing myself on T-Day leftovers and resting. I work tonight, and am hoping that my clients have wound down from their holiday excitement.
Big Sprout just left on her first hunting expedition with Grandpa and Bro, and she is terribly excited. I hope she has fun.
So that's about it! Barefoot Manor the day after a holiday....