Thursday, December 10, 2009
I used to feel that way about my ex at Christmas.
Every year at Christmas, we would all go out as a family to pick the tree. I loved doing this. The wonderful tree smell, happy people, twinkly lights. Probably why I will never have an artificial tree. It would seem to me like finally giving in to being a Scrooge. As if Christmas was just about getting it done instead of the memories. Besides, where else will the dog lift his leg while he is in the house to pee? Or take a drink?
We would go and Ex would gladly unravel the netting, pull out the tree, and then twirl it around so we could all decide if it was the perfect tree. Well, gladly for a few trees anyway. The girls and I would finally pick one and then drag it off to pay for it.
One year as we are standing in line to pay, Ex was grumbling in a somewhat playful manner about the whole bother. I looked at him and said, "You only have one job at Christmas...to be a Tree Twirler. What is so hard about that?"
A couple of people back, a gentleman pipes up, "Hey, how did you manage that?"
He did manage a sheepish smile.
Last year I had Teddy Bear's boyfriend to help me with the tree twirling but this year he is not around and I have no tree twirler. Teddy's newest is in Afghanistan so I can't actually blame him for not taking a quick trip back to help. I'm not sure I have any frequent flyer miles to cover 7,500 miles. Heck, I don't have any frequent flyer miles.
So Christmas is how many days away? Ahem. The dogs tore something up in the garage and I have white fluff all over the garage...it looks like Department 56 Dicken's Village, so that must be the sign from above that I need to start decorating.
Fifteen days. Better check my list. I hope everyone was naughty so I don't have to buy too much.
Posted by Happy Hour...Somewhere at 7:33 PM