A bit brighter. But not much.

I know you all have been up all night long and didn't get a single wink of sleep. Fretting along with me about the lack of lights on my Christmas tree. And checking this blog for an up to the minute update.

I managed to dig around up in the attic yesterday morning before work (wearing a cardigan sweater, pearls, and 4" slingback pumps) and find a bin of old lights. And in the thirty minutes last night between work and the volleyball banquet, I successfully untangled them and added more lights to the tree.

Notice I said "more".

Not "enough".

Because I will go get more lights today.

Obsessed.

In the meantime, I've got to get serious about this holiday shopping stuff. December shows up tomorrow. And I'm not quite ready for her appearance.

And somebody please keep me away from the delicious stuff I discovered over the weekend called "Orville Redenbacher's Cashew Lovers Poppycock." There are no words to describe it. It's manna from heaven, people.