Everything I Like Causes Cancer

I keep hearing the creaking of a slowly opening door. It's really windy here today so I checked all the screen doors and they are locked down tight. I think there's a freaking ghost in this house.

Sure wish he'd make himself useful and take that damn tree down.



UPDATED TO ADD (6:21 PM CST): The tree is down! Boxed up and in the basement. Boom. Done. I even started putting out the Mardi Gras decorations. It only took me as much time as it takes to watch Being John Malkovich to the credits. I am beat and hungry. Time to make soup and then sit on the couch with Jim Gaffigan.