HELL:
This is a special place where spouses are partnered up and forced to work together as they repeatedly and eternally stand, bolt and straighten a sappy and prickly tree into a small metal stand. Once they bicker themselves into reluctant acceptance of the finished product, it will fall, and the task will begin again. This process will continue forever.
Perhaps I should consider living right.
See? That's why I take a simpler approach to the holiday season: I paint one cat red and the other cat green. It's fun, good exercise and cans of spraypaint are cheap.
Posted by: zonker at December 5, 2004 06:01 PMPerhaps it is time to consider the magic of silk.
Posted by: Velociman at December 5, 2004 06:21 PMBlogging on the weekend... my, how you are growing up.
Heh. I can tell you Christmas Tree stories that'll curl your teeth. Some involve chainsaws inside the house.
Posted by: Acidman at December 5, 2004 07:37 PMHah! I circumvented that one this year. I got my 10 year old to help me. Damn if she didn't figure it out in about 3 minutes. Kind of ticked me off but was proud that we got it up and decorated BEFORE my husband got home from work. He was amazed and later asked me how we did that. I just told him "what, it's not rocket science"
Posted by: Moogie at December 5, 2004 08:59 PMThis is why they make those faux trees. When you reach middle age you will know. The days are growing short and there is simply no time for this nonsense.
Posted by: Jesse at December 6, 2004 05:56 AM
I like e-mail.
If I LIKE what you have
to say, I'll even respond.
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