Snip, snap, went my scissors, a little bit here, a little bit there.
Tell me,” I said in a voice reserved for “This just occurred to me” conversation starters: “would you mind if I, you know, decorated our flat with a few paper snowflakes? Like … this one?”
“Naaa, you do as you wish, that’s OK.”
“Well …” The nearer I am to the critical point, the more I want to have it all behind me: “I’d like to stick them on windows. And you cleaned those not so long ago.”
“??? – That’s OK, just do it.”
So I did.