Still Life with Miscellany

Speaking of stillborn-how 'bout them Sooners? There is only one other instance I can remember that Mr. Froth walked away from watching an entire game so we're up to two, now. They've turned into clarified butter left out for midnight roaches. In case you have no idea what I'm talking about last night Oklahoma State thrashed the Sooners. Beat the holy hell out of them. Our neighbors, Frothlet #1 and his wife, and their friend (Frothlet #2 was working so had an actual productive evening) came over for the usual watch party.

We turned the tv off at halftime and migrated to the front porch spewing profanities unheard within the last millennium. Some of us decided new coaching staff was in order because if you're going to constantly pursue national championships and tout yourself as that sort of team year after year you best WIN ONE more often than every eleven years. Or maybe even a bowl game. That would be awesome. Or even the conference championship.

Oh well.

But, I did get to show off my glittering wonderland of Christmas decor that I got yesterday along with some trouser socks and a mop. Perched atop the mantle sits a cunning 12 inch colored metal ball tree surrounded by metallic tinsel. Three different colors of tinsel! Metal is the theme as you can tell. I also artfully arranged three metal spiky star thingies around all that other metal. Then there's the metal tree skeleton surrounded by more metal tinsel on top of the tv, which I insist is 8 inches high but which Mr. Froth said is 6 inches and wouldn't I just LOVE to have an eight-incher.

Then, there's the metal spiky star thingie hanging from the kitchen light. Oh, I almost forgot the centerpiece of the mantle-an Elvis guitar ornament that my neighbor gave to me that plays two songs. She has refined sensibilities like mine.

Years ago, for many years, I did really decorate the house quite beautifully, with garlands and ribbon and big tree and wreathes and shit, and strung lights all across the bushes in front. I even lit the monster yuccas and hollies in the back which made sitting on the deck really atmospheric. Clark Griswald had nothing on me.

Unfortunately, a couple of years ago I shorted out the electrical plug on the outside of the garage while stringing lights and it started smoking and I called the fire department and decided to cut back a bit on the  frenzy...

Too, the attic contains all the Christmas paraphernalia and that is a scary place, so it's just easier to transform our downstairs into "Early '70's Poverty Apartment" which is what I call this year's theme.