Since it's Christmas, let's be glad

Even if your life's been bad. Here's to hoping it can get a little better. Merry Christmas everyone! (i.e., my two readers. Maybe three...MaryLynn? You there?)
I don't know why this picture is sideways. Oh well. These are the egg ornaments left after the art sale. I'm surprised no one bought "Lovebirds" (upper right), but I'm kind of glad I still have that one. It's darling. And the reason they're not hanging on a tree is because mom said we're not putting up the tree this year.
I felt a huge sense of accomplishment after painstakingly icing and sprinkling each cookie individually until I looked over at the counter and saw about 100 more un-iced cookies.
So I said a big, "screw that!"
Playin' favorite Christmas hymns.This reminds me of a monster with a million eyes. Or a plate of bacteria colonies. I probably spent too much time in the lab this semester.When I was in 8th grade and in my phase of reading about obsessive-compulsive disorder, I read that OCD is never really cured, but rather it may be expressed differently over a person's life. Well. At least I don't have to step on every floor tile in a room, or sit on every chair I see, or hoard scraps of fabric and pieces of plastic, or swing the poster on my wall 10 times before going to bed...and then realizing that I had to compensate for all the nights I hadn't done that and consequently staying up late, swinging the poster over and over and over again...yes. At least I'm not crazy anymore.Huh. Actually, the evidence may be inconclusive.

So, to sum up: Merry Christmas! And remember when I had OCD as a kid? And if I could, I think I'd wear those glasses all the time.