|"THE DETAILS ARE NOT THE DETAILS. THEY MAKE THE DESIGN." — CHARLES EAMES|
Happy Wednesday, m' dears! We're getting so close to all of the holiday festivities, I can almost taste it. Now that I think about it, that's probably all of the cookie dough I've ingested over the last 24 hours because I've definitely been eating my feelings. Woof! As pumped as I am for Christmas to finally get here, we've hit a few speed bumps this past week and it's killing my jolly ol' vibe. On Thursday, Max and I watched a large utility truck slowly roll into the front of the wagon as we were stopped at a traffic light en route to a friend's house. Yikes! To make matters worse, he was completely oblivious that anything happened and drove off. I followed him for a good 15 minutes (honked a dozen times, said more cuss words in front of my kid than I'm proud to admit, rolled down the window to motion him to pull over, etc.) before I finally gave up and called the police to file a report about the minor hit and run. While the front bumper and hood are damaged, the whole situation could have been a lot worse. I've been calling the incident a "giant pain in the ass-ccident" (pardon my French) because it's just another loose end to tie up before Flyboy heads out in a few weeks. On top of that nonsense, the police are taking their sweet time when it comes to helping us and our insurance company identify the driver, FB got thrown into a last-minute training course in preparation for his January departure (not all check lists are created equally), and now our dishwasher isn't working as it should. *Deep breaths.* A big part of me wants to lock myself in a closet with a bottle of gin and stream Bravo on the laptop all day, but I'm determined to show this little "deployment pre-test" who's boss. These days Murphy's Law feels a lot like the Grinch, and Cindy Lou Hoo says "BOY, BYE!"
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