3/18/10 Fake wreath, trashedNine o'clock on Thursday night, near the end of a week with little sleep, after watching the not-exactly-cheery movie Precious, is no time to tackle downsizing.
Joanna to the rescue. With our living room still dominated by a phalanx of Christmas boxes, untouched since I lugged them up there on Tuesday night, Joanna sighed, "Just throw out that old wreath."
"Really?"
"Yeah, just make sure you write that I threw you a bone."
Joanna threw me a bone.
Bird even complied when I tried to get a funny picture. I picked her up, stuck her head through the wreath, and just hung there limply until Joanna got the shot.
Thank you ladies. I needed an easy one tonight.
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