Not only because the ad/flyer bags have grown to well over 5 pounds each.
Not only because I recently spent 14 hours testing EVERY. SINGLE. FREAKIN. LIGHTBULB on the outside lights.
Not only because my kids can quote 17 toy commercials...EACH!
Not only because I can't find anything at Wal-Mart since their Christmas display has displaced every other department.
Not only because Rosie's Christmas CD is playing on a constant loop - oh wait...the kids play that all year!
Not only because my Master Card is melting from constant swiping - oh wait...that happens all year too!
My biggest clue that Christmas is coming is that there has been...
A miracle on XXXXXX Street!
XXXXXX being my street, not the local adult strip - you can never be too careful disclosing personal info on the internet, ya know? Of course, most of you reading this know my name and address anyway, or could look me up on Canada411, Facebook, or the old-fashioned (gasp) but fairly efficient when the power is out, phonebook, but that one stalker guy who regularly lurks on random blogs doesn't need to know.
Back to the miracle...
Dan is cleaning out the garage.
That in itself is a minor miracle.
The earth shattering miracle - are you sitting down? - is that Dan actually THREW. SOMETHING. OUT!
Like in the garbage!
Like in he no longer wants it!
Like in this has absolutely never happened before!
So, you wanna know what he threw out? A 40 foot power cord for our travel trailer. And you know what? This power cord was perfectly good....except for the fact that it was in about 18 chunks after the neighbours ran over it with their lawn tractor this summer trying to do a neighbourly good deed.
I'm hoping this will start a trend and that all garage items that are broken, worn out or missing pieces will soon meet an equally inexplicable demise. Why, if being worn out was the single category used to determine a garage item's worth then we could surely get rid of the 18 tires stored above the garage door. Really, if they aren't good enough to be put back on a vehicle why are we keeping them? No offense to all of you with little garden planters made out of cut up tires. Admit it, you've all admired these, especially the ones painted bright pink to go with the house trim. Now that I think of it though, this may be a purely Maritime type of garden decor... and I use the term decor very loosely here...but tire planters just aren't my thing.
A few years back, when the used tire collection was still in the single digits, I did search out a pattern to creat a tire swing that looks like a horse. Really cute...for 3 year olds...but my 8 1/2 year old probably wouldn't be caught dead on it now...not really cool, ya know? Of course we could make a regular old tire swing - if our trees were about 15 years older and 10 inches wider - but what would we do with the 17 other tires?
I guess I'll just have to accept the miracle as it came. But one can only hope that the "I'm going to get rid of all my t-shirts from junior high" miracle can't be far behind.