It's How Many Days Until Christmas?

Today, I concluded I could no longer be sick because the only thing I've done for Christmas so far is haphazardly hang our wreath on the front door. That's not quite going to cut it, as they say. Good Lord Rosemary! There are only 15 days left. So, I wiped the sleepy from my eyes, removed the near permanently lodged wads of tissues from my nasal passages, and forced myself to get dressed. When I saw my reflection in the mirror I decided it was best to avoid all mirrors for the remainder of the day. No problem! I can be in denial with the best of them.

This is how our tree looked last year.






One in the dark and one in the light.

Mr. Snoots brought the tree in from the car over the weekend, where it has been in storage since last Christmas. Yes, I said car. The old Suburban we no longer drive, but like to keep for when the kids are home those few days every year. Really, the back of the suburban was the ideal spot for it, after the tree spent 3 years in the living room, prior to that.

For the first three years, Mr. Snoots couldn't figure out how to get it apart after studying it for a few minutes. People even quit teasing us about it after a couple of years. This last year, he studied it for a good fifteen minutes and finally realized how easy it was. I would've tried, but the thing is just too heavy, even in parts. So, it never did make it out to our storage unit, which actually made it easier. That way, we didn't have to drive halfway to the country club to retrieve it. Mr. Snooty doesn't like to spend more than, say, five minutes on decorating, so this was workable for him. I usually go along with it.

Since the tree comes apart into three pieces, it was a real race to see if Mr. Snooty could get all the parts inside and assembled before that five minutes expired. He did just squeeze in under the wire, but in his hurry to assemble said tree, he put it together crooked. So, crooked it's going to stay. The five minutes is up. History. So, we'll have a tree that looks lop-sided has character this year.



This was as far as I got for today. I attempted to engage Mr. Snooty to give the tree another go, but he only lasted three minutes before saying "Oh, it'll be just fine that way. Crooked. Right? Right." Of course, Dear Man, run along now.



Yes, and I love to eat Pork & Beans from a can. Not. It truly is the Mars/Venus thing, I swear.


When he left for bed after my kiss goodnight, he paused at the door and said "I really love Christmas, don't you?". Uh-Huh. You betcha! All. Five. Minutes. Of. It....