***G wanted me to tell you that he came up with the title…he’s very proud***

Remember how our wreath looked the first day?

We were so proud.  And it looked so pretty on our door…

And then it started melting.

I meant to take it down on Christmas day, but I forgot and was on a plane to Chicago before I could do anything about it.  When we got back, our little wreath looked like this:

Isn’t it weird that the gumdrops started cracking?  And look at the ones all over the ground.

So last night, I finally got up the courage to take our beautiful wreath down…and pose for one last picture with it.

All while looking pretty sexy in my work-at-home outfit.  I probably should apologize for wearing the same sweatshirt in every picture (and every day), but I don’t really care so I won’t.

After saying our goodbyes, we threw the f*cker in the garbage.

Isn’t that the saddest picture ever?