Housecleaning: not my friend.

[vulgarweed]

So I decided things were kind of out of hand and went on a rearranging binge. It was going pretty well...until I tried to do something with the Closet of Doom. Then my precariously-balanced super-cheap super-fake Yule-tree-in-a-box fell out and hit me in the face.

I have a black eye. A real one. A shiner.

I can make it not-too-noticeable with makeup, but before that it is really quite shocking.

It looks like the sort of thing that no one will believe is entirely innocent.

Comments

[celandineb.livejournal.com]

*thoughtful* What would be good is if it were easy to first buy a live tree, and then be able to donate it to the local parks commission for planting. It would save the parks $$ and be good for the environment, too.

[I consume enough paper (just printing out lecture notes, fic drafts, etc. is a surprising amount over a year) that I don't figure one smallish tree every other year or so adds that much to my environmental guilt, and I really dislike fake trees.]