I've often accused Diva (and Kilowatt) of selective hearing. You know, missing those subtle sentences, usually the ones starting with the words "will you..." Well, it appears I have selective vision. Because after declaring the Christmas decorations down and put away, I stumbled across this:
I could think of some creative excuses, like we don't come into this part of the house often (lie: it is the kitchen/dining window - the one we look out the most often.) But truth is, only as I was staring out this window at the birds munching down while it snowed (which is something I do pretty much daily) did I realize that the little gel thingys on the window that I was playing with were decorations that shouldn't be there now.
Guess that's a good reminder it is time for my annual eye exam. I wonder if they make glasses for selective vision? ;)
