Took down the Christmas tree last night, which took only an hour. This is what happens when your tree is only 4 feet tall--all ornaments, lights, bows, all off the tree and boxed up during one episode of "48 Hours." Glory be! Jerry carried the tree, shedding needles all the way, out the side kitchen door and left it in the rain. I flung the door wreath into the camellia bushes down the side of the house, per tradition. Stacked all the votive candles in a box (Jerry calls them "candle cups") and put them in a cupboard. Gathered up the Christmas cards. House looks bare.
Saw in the paper this morning that Bristol Palin has bought a house in a Phoenix suburb, more than 3000 square fee, triple garage. Many houses on the block in foreclosure or owners "under water." How many bad decisions can a girl make?
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