I'm stuffed! I'm also over anything fowl for the moment. Thanksgiving day was quiet and successful. The husband went to work on Friday and I turned up the stereo. In order to unpack the gazillion boxes I have of Christmas decorations just for INSIDE the house you have to have loud, ass-kickin rock n roll music playing. In order to put up the tree decorations you have to have loud, various artists Christmas music playing. So that is how I spent "Black Friday".
My husband and children from the time they were toddlers refuse to help put up the tree. Instead when I start loading the 100 disc CD changer with Christmas music they head for the hills. They will do anything but put up the tree. They will idly walk in the house see me stretching to reach and then say "Looks good ma" and keep walking. The flip side? I get ALL the credit for what my grandchildren call "Winter Wonderland" at Grandma's.
Back to the tree, we have an artificial, pre lit 9' Christmas tree. Unfortunately, I am allergic to the real thing. Swollen eyes, hives yeah I run the whole gamut. This tree is heavy as shit, trying to A) get it out of the box is always fun, kinda like wrestling a python. I think that's why they make the top section so tiny. Because you have ruptured a disc and dislocated your shoulders trying to pull out the other two sections. After twenty min. of cussing Christmas and yes I CUSS Christmas every time I put up the tree. I look in the box and the stand is gone, I pick up this huge box and shake it. Why? Hell I don't know, just seemed like the thing to do. Go out to the garage and look in the gazillion boxes of OUTDOOR stuff, no stand. Come back in the house and look in the box again. Well, SHIT! Call husband.
Where's the tree stand its not in the box?
His famous I am a safe distance of 15 miles away comment "That's a problem".
Biting my tongue to keep from saying "No shit Sherlock". I thank him for his insight and ask again "Wheres the Christmas tree stand"?
I don't know, did you check the box?
Again, biting my tongue "Yes, I checked the box and the boxes in the garage and in the house. Did you get everything out of the attic?
Slightly exhausted response from him "Yes, I got EVERYTHING out of the attic.
Since this was useless I decided to hang up. His comment "Bye honey, call me if you still can't find it".
Why would I call him? Is he going to rush home, fix me a vodka and grapefruit and hold my hand? Can you buy another one? NO! You have to buy another whole tree to get the damn stand. Finally in total frustration I check the box..yes again, then start going thru all the boxes again! Finally 1 hour and 15 min's later I find it. Tucked neatly on the side of the box that holds the damn train track that goes around the middle of the tree. But that's a whole nother post that gets ugly and I cuss Christmas, Santa, Mrs. Claus, the elves and my husband and children for ALL running away on the day after Thanksgiving. Ungrateful little.....
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2 years ago
2 comments:
I did a little of that on Black Friday, too. When you decorate by yourself, it's required.
When my mother used to drag out the boxes..every one left town for a week. The only person who could stand to be around her was my high school b/f who I dated nearly 6 yrs. I thought he would be killed a time or two...glad your holiday went well....been missing you!! I need to call you and say HI !!!
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