A Tacky Wacky Christmas

I admit it.. I've changed over the years. I've gotten more relaxed about things and rarely raise my voice anymore.. Part of me thinks "Meh, not worth the effort" and the other part is the absolute power in silent simmering rage. Muahhahaha.. but I digress. Every year we head around the corner and pick up a tree for Christmas. It involves a good 40 minutes of arguing until we arrive at an agreement (I win, I can cry on cue).

Every year the Husband carries the tree that I picked and mutters "it's too big, I don't think it will fit" and every year it does fit. And then he has a snit thinking about when he has to take it down and out of the apartment which always results in a trail of pine needles. Then we put on the lights and he bitches and then I put on the garland (which, might I add, is totally overpriced here) and then we put on the ornaments and every year I get ticked off because he doesn't spread the goddamn ornaments out.. And it REALLY GRATES ON MY NERVES AND I WAIT UNTIL HE GOES TO BED AND THEN I REARRANGE THEM!!!

But when it is all said and done, I wake up every morning and turn on the tree lights and sit with my coffee and I am in a happy place.. Weeeeelll, this year we're doing something so unspeakable and I don't know if I am having serious post post post partum but we're ordering a fake tree! OH THE MADNESS!!! AND IT IS WHIIIIITTTTEEE! I have to thank my friends for having suggested white the other night when we were out for drinks.. It stuck and the Husband seems ok with it.. That, or he's trying to appease me before he leaves me for blonde twins. Actually, I know he's up to something because he's ordering a green tree too, just in case I change my mind... on Christmas Eve at midnight, hopped up on candy canes and eggnog..

Sooo we're ordering it today and hopefully it arrives soon and I can check it out and break down in tears at its tackiness! Oh Yes! White Christmas Tree!!