Last weekend I partook in a very nice ‘do’ that involved touring beautiful homes that were over-the-top decorated for The Holidays. We all know what that is. n- 1. a three month suspension of work, study, or other activity, 2. a time to get fat(ter). 3. an event that many participate in, generally under duress 4. something to do with camels and mangers and a swaddling babe. I digress. And am going to get struck by lightening. The home tour was really a feast for the senses. And since someone I may or may not be related to showcased her abode, I got to participate on a different level. Emotionally and financially. Good plan. That’s what she said. I’ve always enjoyed peeking behind the scenes into people’s lives. And closets. Figuratively speaking of course. Of course. But my main take away from the weekend was just sensory overload. It wiped me out a bit. Besides the visual stimulation, I met up with many people I haven’t seen in awhile, and did some hey what’s happening and why did you let your hair get gray? I didn’t really say that because my hair has rusted and is now a ferric shade of well water sucks. Many of my million followers were there (it was quite a big ta do) who were just Begging me for more. Yes Beeeeegging. No names please. You know who you are. Just beeeeegging. (I am a sad person.) Ok back on topic. I am just not used to socializing that much. And it kind of wiped me out a bit. Bet the homeowners are still on the couch staring up at all that limp tinsel. I did come home that evening and looked around at my decorless house and found it quite fetching. My mind couldn’t process anymore. Sensory overload. Not sure if or when I’ll want to decorate my home, but will continue on with definition #2. (# is also known as the number sign kids). #ineedmorespikedeggnog