It's A Dirty Job But------

Ok, y'all. It has to happen. This is the extent of my Christmas decorating to date. Cat Daddy still has to bring in more boxes, I've got to climb into the top of closets and under beds to get the rest of it out. And I can't forget about Santa's North Pole in our work building complete with my village on his work table. Even more boxes. The way I see it, I have two choices. I can either climb into bed and pull the covers over my head until New Year's Day or----I can tighten up my bra straps and go to work!Either way, if I'm going to get that(see above) onto this(see below), I have to be M.I.B. So I've decided to bite the bullet, shut down the computer, put on my official 20 year old Christmas sweatshirt, and get after it. I don't know how long it will take me or how long I may be gone or if I shall ever return. These things take precision, skill, patience. All the things I am s-o-o-o not good at. Please do not try to follow or find me. It's too dangerous and I don't want innocent bystanders to be hurt during the process. I've been known to even turn on my loved ones during the transformation process of Dr. York and Mrs. Hyde.

I also don't want to destroy any images of me as a lady. There will be temper tantrums, followed by some not so nice words, followed by things flying through the air. It isn't a pretty sight. Hopefully once the dust settles, there will be a lot of pretty sights and I will be clean once again-at least until all the smoke and mirrors have to come down. Before I go I'd like to point out, in case anyone was wondering, that's Cat Daddy and my Jakie dog in the banner photo, ca. 2004. That said, remember I have always loved y'all and I am doing this just for you alone, she said with the hot glue gun pointed at her head.

So without further ado, "Debbie has left the building!"