Today seemed like a perfect day to take down the Christmas lights. Sunny and not TOO cold out. Paul and I worked quickly, along with our little helpers, who really did a very good job pulling lights off bushes and winding them up on spools. I was glad to get that done, especially because it started to get colder the longer we were out there, and by the time we got back in the house, the temps had dropped substantially and it started to snow.
Before we could come inside, though, Paul and I had to spend some quality time scrubbing the hell out of his minivan and Kayley’s little Camry, because some fucking dickbag egged them last night! I know I did this same type of thing as a stupid teenager, but it sure is a drag being on THIS side of the equation. Between super hot water and a lot of elbow grease, we got all the egg off the cars. I think it’s permanently embedded into the concrete of our driveway, though. Meh.








