Finally an excuse ... (IF rating: high)
Linnea flung herself on the box of decorations, spread everything around her on the floor, and then - very earnestly - started to put up the ornaments.
I was allowed to lend a hand, only barely. It was lovely.
I have no excuse for keeping quiet here. Do I need one?
Nothing has changed. Happy to the bursting with Linnea, in the pits about the unfruitful second round. A F(ailed)E(mbie)T(haw) in the works soon, yawn. I will be back, next year, after I finish reading the crème de la crème list.
Meanwhile, season's greetings to you all. May 2011 bring you much happiness.