The Boy and I decorated our tree yesterday, as Hublet, in the time-honored Christmas tradition of hublets everywhere, watched football and made vague encouraging sounds. He also made dinner, which is good, because it took approximately one year to hang the 40 million ornaments we have somehow accumulated on the tree.
Including the ceramic Yoda ornament, which prompted The Boy to exclaim:
"Mommy! Yoda is so cool, he has to go at the top of the tree!"
And so our tree is topped with an angel, at whose feet sits a small, green, gnome-like muppet. And a Borg cube, and Emmitt Smith.
My mom is going to have a fit. I can't wait.
Posted by Big Arm Woman at December 4, 2006 01:30 PMBack when I was married I had Taz in a motercycle jacket with wings and a halo as a topper. My mother in law HATED it!
Posted by: Weezy at December 4, 2006 06:02 PMI think my encouraging sounds mostly had to do with the Cowboys and the updates on the Chargers game. But nice job, dear.
Posted by: Husband of BAW at December 4, 2006 10:44 PM"My mom is going to have a fit. I can't wait."
That's hilarious. My step-mom is the same way. Whenever she comes over, I always get the sighs and glaring disapproval at something I've done in my apartment. It used to particularly irk her that I didn't bother decorating for Christmas. She's this very rigid German who believes you absolutely MUST decorate for Christmas. It's Christmas. It's what you do. Before she moved out of state, she would always make an effort to buy me something Christmasy every year, like a poinsetta or oven mits and kitchen towels with little snow flakes on them, all of which I would either give away or immediately put in a box labelled "Christmas garbage from Mom."
You'd think she'd have learned by now that I do half of this just to bug her.
Posted by: Emily at December 5, 2006 01:32 PMChristmas decorations are one of the seven warning signs of women.
Posted by: Ron Hardin at December 5, 2006 02:28 PM