I finally had to tell everybody this morning...There will be no big Christmas Tree Party this year. It has been decided that we aren't going to put up the big tree. We are going over to April and Seth's and help them decorate their tree Saturday and spending Christmas Day over there. Thus, no tree. So..... No party?
Tessie and Zar were both extremely upset...Not to mention the rest of the participants. Spike was crying little doggy tears when they broke it to him.
You know that Tessie and company are not people that give up easily. She looked me straight in the eye and said, "Well! We are going to have our usual party anyway. And YOU aren't invited!"
Mind you, I never am invited anyway. In fact there are "Keep Out!" signs all over my tree every year.
I found Tessie and Zar digging through their box of Christmas decor, with help from Spike. They were talking amongst themselves.
Tessie, Zar and Spike wanted to make sure that I didn't throw away anything that they would need. Check. It was all there.
By this time, they were utilizing the kitchen table as their construction site.
I brought up the question of where they were going to have the party. Tessie did the "woe is me" bit. "My townhouse is still under construction. Zar's cottage is still not finished. You changed my cottage into a hat shop, of all things! And Zar's caravan is much too small!"
After that tirade, they disappeared. I knew that they were hunting for a space for the party. Then I remembered the one $5.00 unfinished dollhouse that I found at the thrift shop last year.
I meekly offered them the use of it. I told them that they would have to do all of the work. I don't have time to do a whole house before Christmas.
They condescended to look at it. Tessie zapped the silver tree inside....The top of the tree hits the ceiling.
She looked me straight in the eye and said...."You will have to drill a hole in the ceiling! It's too short."
Heaven forbid that she would take the tree topper off. We are going to have to have a little talk about that.
The house has no doors or windows. No shingles. It is painted a putrid color of green.
I made them sign a contract to the effect that they would do all of the rehab themselves and would leave it in no worse condition than they found it in....It couldn't get much worse....
As I tip toed out, I heard the words, "Party Central" and "Fun House" being batted around.
They are now happily digging through leftover parts from other dollhouses to see what's what.
This is going to be a fun ten days....I am going to sit back and watch....Would you like to join me? Have a cup of tea and a cookie.... This could get interesting.
See you tomorrow.