My cubicle neighbor, who ought to know by now that I am scroogier than Scrooge himself, asked me this morning if she could put her little Christmas tree on top of my bookshelf. WTF?! I was speechless. Boundaries: YOU ARE CROSSING THEM! I told her I don’t like Christmas or Christmas decorations (which she should have figured out by now, since I always complain about them, and I never put any up. Duh!), but I don’t think she gets it. So whatever. Now I have a fake tree lurking over me. Ugh. But it’s one of those things that I don’t feel like I can make a big scene over, so I’m stuck with the damned thing.
I do think the moose adds a little je ne sais quoi.
red paper boat 