I can't believe that none of you said that your favorite 6 letter word was MARCIA. Very sad. Apparently you don't love me as much as I'd hoped. Oh well. I think I'll get over it. But we might be in a very small death feud. (Don't worry, I'm sure I'll get over it in another 20 minutes or so. Just wave something sparkly or pink at me, and I'll forget all about it.) (UPDATE 11:09PM: ok, wait, I post this, and then check everything, and it seems that JANE did come up with Marcia as her favorite 6 letter word, because she's awesome. But she apparently doesn't know the rule: don't comment while I'm writing a new post!)
But on to bigger and better things. I was at Target yesterday (buying a donut-shaped ass pillow, if you must know, and my complaining has diminished 10fold because of it!), and I was assaulted by CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS. And I almost did not escape unscathed. This is one of my first Christmases on my own, and I don't own any decorations of my own. Previous Christmases I have been at my parents' house and unwilling to decorate my own kinda shitty apartment. This Christmas I have a gorgeous apartment and it feels kinda like a home because I share it with someone (aka, the husband). And so, I saw ornaments and evergreen things and ... I almost could not control myself! I had visions of my husband returning home to a completely decked out apartment and ... then a) I realized I was in Target, and all the evergreen garlands were fake, and all the ornaments cheap, and b) I'm not really the energetic "transform the whole apartment" kind of girl. I'm more of the "watch Iron Chef and then go to bed" kind of girl.
Plus, as I'm spending Christmas in Paris on my honeymoon, the idea of decorating, and then not being there for the climatic event... seems depressing. I did not want to return, jet lagged, to a pathetically decorated apartment after spending a romantic week in the city of lights!
What do all you young professionals do about decorating apartments, now that we're adults?