Where the fuck are the pompoms? I want to steal pompoms.
My team at work is embroiled in some sort of dramatic Christmas decorating contest with another team. There are big plans afoot, but the only thing I’m really excited about is that on the day of the judging we’re going to make everyone at work cocoa and peppermint tea and such while wearing ugly Christmas sweaters and goofy elf hats. Miss Roxie there is making sure that hat she’s on will be warm enough by adding a layer of fur.
I’m going to save photos of the finished hats for when all ~20 are done. X.x
She won’t let me finish this present for my boyfriend’s mom. Cats are jerks.