Today is Monday!

[x_husk]

Which means today is my little brother's birthday. So if you haven't already done a run by hugging, (I know I exceeded my limit for the year) then do so promptly. That's an order. I mean it, buster.

It also means that tomorrow is Tuesday. Which means that tomorrow is my Chemistry exam. Which means that I should be studying right this second but I don't want to. I would much rather put up Christmas decorations.

This year, sadly, none of them will be singing at three in the morning. I have, however, just finished sending off Sarah's fruitcake. I thought it was fitting.

SO! Christmas decorations! Right now! I claim the garland on the banister because it's my favourite and all the decorations need to be lined up symmetrically, but for everything else, knock yourself out. Let's go people! Holiday Cheer Go! Hah, I'm like Robin but a girl and less broody.

Kitty! KittykittykittykittyKITTY! Hanukkah! You! Jewish! Help me put up some, uh, blue and silver stuff? Or something? Does anyone celebrate Kwanza? I don't know.

Comments

[x-madelyn.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the reminder, hon - time for me to go pester Hank to get the Medlab decoration box down from the shelf only he can reach.

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

Oh! Ohoh! I can jump!

[x-madelyn.livejournal.com]

Can you balance? Because I can boost if you can balance - Hank's disappeared for now and you've infected me with holiday cheer and I feel the urge to hang tinsel from various things...

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

Can I balance? Can I balance?!

Why yes. Yes I can! We'll be like Cirque only speaking less French and wearing more clothes!

[x-madelyn.livejournal.com]

Then get your balancing butt down here, missy. *grins*

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

Butt heading in your general direction, ma'am!

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

I could provide the French if you like.

Without the nearly naked part though. I think Doug would be perturbed.

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

Well, that would be just plain swell. You have a very pretty language, you know what? ...I sound like a drunk man hitting on you. Sorry about that. It's pretty anyway, though.

And I'm not sure if "perturbed" is the word he would be, but lets skip the nearly naked part anyway.

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

I can sing Christmas songs in French if you would like. :)

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

Oh, forget about Doug; I love you. Uh. In the girlie friendship pillow swatting sort of way, you understand. Maybe I shouldn't have just compared myself to Doug. Er. ...hurry up, miss!

PS. That means, yes please!

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

If you promise not to hit with the pillows from the movies that always explode into a mess of feathers, I will be right down.

Feathers make me sneeze.

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

Siiiigh. I suppose.

Get your rear in gear. Seriously, I'm running out of cute ways to ask you to get down here.

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

I am leaving my room as soon as I hit the send key.