Why do I do these things?

My mom did take my tree down for me! :)  I can't tell you how happy that made me.  Now I wonder how long I will have to leave all the totes of decor in the dining room before Brian gets so sick of looking at it and takes it to the attic?  And I wonder at what point my neighbors will wonder if we're taking down the outside stuff?  My neighbor across the street has her Christmas wreath on the door, tree up, and two little pumpkins still sitting on her steps from Halloween.  And I live in an okay neighborhood too! :)  So I guess they'll tolerate my outside junk for a few more days! Believe me, they've tolerated much worse from me and not complained to my face.

I laughed at myself today as I was in the giant orange home store.  I went for one thing and 1 1/2 hours later, I'm checking out, talking the clerk about the new mop in my basket.  I was asking her questions about it (as if running the register at a home improvement store makes you a mop expert) and then I finally said, "Oh well, I'll just get it.  What do I know, I'm actually a terrible housekeeper."  Then I started laughing wondering why on earth I would feel the need to share that with the lady who just simply wants me to pay my bill.  And now I've gone and reminded all of you what a crappy housewife I am.  I think I should change the name of my blog to "Confessions of an Over Caffeinated Slob!"  I'm going to go have a glass of wine and stare at the clean spot where the tree used to be, THANKS MAMA!  See you tomorrow!