***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?