Tonight the Farris-Barnett (or is the Barnett-Farris?) Family had major plans in place. We had decided to drink champagne, do something else that now I cannot remember, and put up our Christmas tree. Oh! Listen to Christmas music. Yes, that's right.

So anywho, we began the process of Christmas-tree-putting-upping. Chubby Charles skulked around as per typical C-LO behavior. Things were quite lovely. We managed to untie all the lights successfully and assemble our fake tree (which is against my Christmas tree philosophy because I find the spirit of Christmas is found in hacking down a live tree, but I have since relented because we live in a third-floor apartment and cleanup + stairs = major biotch).

Last year M bought this little frame ornament, which was supposed to have a photo of the Chubstress but I never had a photo to put in there because I am apparently not THAT insane of an Old Cat Lady just yet. THEN! I remembered I could chop up the photo of me and The Bachelor and put Brad's mug in there, to commemorate the Year of The Bachelor. Because until I am an Old Cat Lady, I will always say "Remember the year The Bachelor came to town?"

So I went and retrieved my wonderful Halloween prop which had been awkwardly migrating around my room like a Bible that someone gave me, because what do you do with a framed photo of you with a celebrity? You can't throw it away, that's weird. So you move it around your room with a Bible.