Let's Decorate the House!
Hi ho, MMMLOGerinos!
It's party week here in MMMMworld, starting with the Eastside RWA Holiday Party tomorrow night. The DH and I really know how to have a good time and spent our weekend cleaning house and carpets and putting up Christmas lights outside--not his favorite thing.
Since our first Christmas together a light year or so ago, the DH has proven to be something of a reluctant Xmas celebrator and decorator. And when it came to putting up the lights outside, the DH and the teen son of MMMMM would engage. Then the Christmas ref would have to step in and get the boys to play nice. Thinking back on those thrilling holidays past, I should have hired the whole thing done so the Bah Humbug-possessed DH would just come home to a completely decorated wonderland of HoHoHoness. But apparently I'm not that smart or perhaps too cheap, which is probably the case. Or I like twisting the guy up.
The DH has mellowed over the years. He still hates it, precious, but he sets his chiseled jaw and grumbles, "Let's get it done!" through clenched teeth and we string lights from hell to breakfast. Speaking of hell, I bought 10,000 feet of new lights of the random twinkling cluster garland type. Can you believe it, there were broken and dead bulbs, so part of the string didn't light. Eeeeeee. What new, no, continuing misery is this? Lights wired in series are the DH's special torment and instead of singing Christmas carols, he mumbles, "@#$!)(_& %^+, why can't they sell sensible parallel wired lights?"
Now the decorating is all done, or as done as it's going to get, 'cause I don't wanna torture the DH further. So, let's party!
Ciao, ciao, MMMMMMMMMMelinda
It's party week here in MMMMworld, starting with the Eastside RWA Holiday Party tomorrow night. The DH and I really know how to have a good time and spent our weekend cleaning house and carpets and putting up Christmas lights outside--not his favorite thing.
Since our first Christmas together a light year or so ago, the DH has proven to be something of a reluctant Xmas celebrator and decorator. And when it came to putting up the lights outside, the DH and the teen son of MMMMM would engage. Then the Christmas ref would have to step in and get the boys to play nice. Thinking back on those thrilling holidays past, I should have hired the whole thing done so the Bah Humbug-possessed DH would just come home to a completely decorated wonderland of HoHoHoness. But apparently I'm not that smart or perhaps too cheap, which is probably the case. Or I like twisting the guy up.
The DH has mellowed over the years. He still hates it, precious, but he sets his chiseled jaw and grumbles, "Let's get it done!" through clenched teeth and we string lights from hell to breakfast. Speaking of hell, I bought 10,000 feet of new lights of the random twinkling cluster garland type. Can you believe it, there were broken and dead bulbs, so part of the string didn't light. Eeeeeee. What new, no, continuing misery is this? Lights wired in series are the DH's special torment and instead of singing Christmas carols, he mumbles, "@#$!)(_& %^+, why can't they sell sensible parallel wired lights?"
Now the decorating is all done, or as done as it's going to get, 'cause I don't wanna torture the DH further. So, let's party!
Ciao, ciao, MMMMMMMMMMelinda
posted by MMMelinda at 7:58 AM
