I just got off the phone with Rob. When I told him that we were setting up our Christmas tree, he sounded so excited. For some reason or another, Rob is adamant that we enjoy the season. You should have heard him huffing and puffing the other night after I told him we weren’t going to hang any Christmas lights outside. About five minutes after our conversation ended, he was heard stomping around on his roof hanging his own. Awww, buddy, if I were there I would have handed you a beer. That’s what friends are for.
By the way, I can write this stuff about Rob because I know it will never get back to him.
I think Rob has turned himself into a fine young man. Since he gave me a stern talking to a few nights ago, Laura and I have decided to jump into the season head first. Today we picked up a beautiful Christmas tree and Laura even talked me into hanging some lights outside. It’s like I am a stick in the mud that people need to persuade into doing these types of things.
I’m really not that bad. Once I get up and go, I am almost unstoppable. Perhaps unstoppable is too strong a word. Maybe I am more like, “Alright, let’s do it. Giddy up.”
Enough of this chit chat.
I would like to present to you, my loyal readers, our 2008 Christmas tree.
Now before you get all emotional (Rob), let me tell you that this tree was not set up without a few minor issues. Yes, it almost fell over twice. The first time, the tack that was holding the string popped out of the wall. The second time, I was leaning over and when I got up, the back on my head pulled the string, which pulled the tack out of the wall. Each time, the tree almost took a dipper, but was caught by one of us. Each time, I got mad.
I helped string the lights on the tree. Laura did everything else. I am sure she will enjoy that credit. Oh man, if I ever gave the impression that I helped with something that I didn’t, I would surely be met with a swift uppercut to the rib cage.
For some reason, I really get a kick out of writing about fictional scenes like that. I always tell her that I write this stuff. She must really wonder about me.
PS – the reason there are no ornaments towards the bottom of the tree is…yes, our feline friends tend to have a little problem with them.