Confession: I don't even have the tree decorated. Yep, big slippin's (not to be confused with big pimpin') going on over here. Tonight I finally turned on the outside lights and am on pins, needles and maniacal laughs waiting for the neighbors to get home and have a look. Think Griswold. If you look out your door and see a glow to the west, THAT'S ME.
In the spirit of the season
Blame it on Olivia Palermo or, better yet, Princess Kate. She's allegedly pregnant so no one'll get on her for influencing you to get some London Sole and spill your wallet all over in their stores (or online). As someone who never really viewed themselves as a flats person, I'M WEARING FLATS.
And as for the cats, well, that's pretty much self-explanatory. Meow.
Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah and TREAT YO' SELF.
From, Carrie and cats.