Meet me under the mistletoe...
I unwrapped this mistletoe ball given to me by my mother last year...in it's original vintage box. I couldn't wait to put it up this year! I almost threw away the plastic mistletoe that came with it...but then I figured that it may actually be original...so the plastic mistletoe stayed.
I test it out every time Rich comes over, by walking into the kitchen when we're having a conversation so he follows me...he ends up right under the mistletoe! It worked great the first few times when I had to interrupt him to give him a big smooch.
I think he's wising up to my sneakiness though.
Or at least he will if he sees this post.
He's starting to roll his eyes at me...when I interrupt our conversation to point above his head.
I'm just practicing in case Brad Pitt stops by this holiday...