It’s been three weeks and one day. Can it be? I fell into a dark hole and couldn’t find my way out. Well…a deep dark hole on the beach in Isla Mujeres, Mexico. Where it was actually bright and sunny. And 80 degrees. Can I go back now? More about Mexico later. You didn’t think I’d take a dreamy vacation and not blog about it did you? Of course not. Bragging rights.
Starting back to work after over two weeks of vacation is not fun. I mean, it could be much worse (like if my iTunes shut down and didn’t let me listen to Taylor Swift’s 1989 on repeat), but I think most people would rather be on vacation. I’m actively playing the lottery in order to be permanently on vacation. I’d appreciate your well wishes that I win.
When I drudged into the office on Monday morning, our little Christmas wreath was still on the door (see above left). I was about to throw it away when a light bulb went off in my head. Gold and white wreath…I’m only missing one color. Green. As in The Green Bay Packers. I had to represent.
Our (as in the city of Green Bay…which I so graciously call mine) team is well on it’s way to the NFC Championship game. If we can beat Dallas this weekend, it’s on for Seattle. Their twelfth man has nothing on our fans.
I took my old Christmas wreath, tied some green ribbon into it, and hung my football ornament from the middle. Easy peesy. Then I subjected my office-mates to having it hung on the door. Hey, if your team is out, mine is in. I mean, it’s only fair.