Pardon me while I get my Sally Field on . . .
There came a knock at my door last night and I looked pretty scary when I answered as I was doing my end of year decluttering. It was a man with a camera. YIKES! A friend of mine wrote to Oprah about me (that is another story) so I thought “DANG! Please don’t shoot . . . the picture that is!”.
Anyway, not to fear. Turns out after living here for 8 years, my husband’s Yuletide exterior illumination skills were finally recognized and tauted. We were not officially notified by the HOA, but the cameraman is on the board, so he assured us that we won and wanted permission to take the picture for the newletter and website. Oh how glorious! We WON something! I feel less sorry for my neighbors now. I had just hours earlier told my neighbors’ daughter to apologize to her parents for me as we have every intention of leaving all the Christmas stuff up until Aven comes home. After peeing on herself laughing, she said she’d be sure to tell her mom. I told her that could mean Buddha Claus and his sleigh and reindeer twinkle until July if necessary. She laughed harder. Kelly E. . . . . be sure to tease Sherrie about this at work! Anyway . .. . after the glow of victory slowly began to fade, my husband leaned up from the sofa and asked . . .. “Did he say which category we won?”
They have a Tacky Award, a Novelty Award and a Traditional Award . . . . . I never ax’d which one we got . . . .Perhaps that is why we never got a call . . . .
D’oh!
P.S. No news.
