Two days until #Memester!

We sure have some creepy ornaments

And some breathtakingly-adorable-child-picture ornaments. And, curiously but still admittedly Christmasy, a shapely-woman-wearing-a-tasseled-hanging-hook-and-beveling-in-an-unmissably-red-dress ornament. And, for reasons known only to the tooth fairy, a wooden bunny ornament. A wooden Christmas bunny ornament.

But, of course, the only reason I'm making this post—aside from finally exposing the Christmas terrors of my haunted, haunted childhood wrought by our creepy pantsless flat-handed pantyhose-head child-eating demon elf ornaments—is to report that I have just now, almost in time for an Easter visit from a wooden Christmas bunny, completely denuded our Christmas tree.

Dude. I totally just said denuded.

Things I may or may not have but let's not kid ourselves totally got out my credit card and bought on Amazon:

Flashback Friday: Tulips, One Loop Edition

I bravely took this picture in the middle of the bustling Chicago Loop lunchtime crowds back when it was weird to stop and take pictures in the middle of bustling Chicago Loop lunchtime crowds. But I'm nothing if not a pacesetter, and gorgeous tulips is gorgeous tulips and I miss the always-in-full-bloom floral oases all over the Chicago sidewalks. Especially because there are no damn bunnies there to chew everything to shreds the very night after you plant it so you wake up angry and dejected and helplessly yelling anti-bunny epithets at nobunny in particular when you see the carnage the next morning like I did in my very first backyard one fine spring day in 1994 but I'm not still bitter and fourth-term fundraising chair of my local Anti-Bunny League chapter 491, no not at all. But you'd better enjoy these gorgeous tulips before some damn bunnies come chew them up and spit them out like your hopes and dreams.