We usually put up our tree and set up my Dicken's Village the weekend of our wedding anniversary, but this year I had an event to attend and now we're almost a WEEK behind our usual festive decor schedule.
When I got home from my walk with the dog this morning, I noticed a suspicious-looking mound of sheets on the dining room table.
Me: "What's that?"
Katr: "I dunno, some guy named Master Potts was here..."
Me: "AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!"
Get ready for some shit to get real at Cratchit's Corner, gang.
