He jumped into this:
Yeah, I'm pretty sure he's crazy. I should probably look into having him committed, but I have this sinus infection and I really need to rest.
So then we came home and I was a zombie with sickness and he was a zombie with almost-frozen-body-&-brain and our little Ray of Sunshine was a non-nappin' fool, so we all zoned out together in front of our fireplace.
I ended up napping away the late afternoon/early evening, and then I woke up and now Hubby is snoring in slumber on the couch. All of which is to say, this is why our living room still looks like this:
Next weekend is three days long, to celebrate Martin Luther King Day. Certainly we'll manage to get our Christmas decor down before Martin Luther King Day, right? Most people manage that. But then again, I'm not married to most people. I'm married to this crazy dude, running toward the giant hole in the ice:
So who the hell knows what we might end up doing between now and next weekend! The possibilities are pretty much endless! Perhaps we'll burn the Christmas tree in the fireplace and cook hotdogs over the flames.*
*These are both actual suggestions my husband made to me last night, in his excitement over finally getting our chimney swept and making our first fire in the fireplace. He sort of acted like he was kidding, but I think if I had agreed he would have gotten serious real quick. Is it bad that I'm kind of likin' the hot dog idea?