AZ JazzyJ
<font color=teal>The Talented One<br><font color=p
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With a new ornament arriving in the mail today, I started getting into the holiday spirit and decided maybe it was time to put up some decorations. So while Trina was out shopping, I finished up the tree. I would have thought she would have been thrilled to not have to deal with some of this stuff. Instead, she took one look at it and gave me one of those looks usually reserved for the kids.
I thought it looked pretty good. I was especially proud of our tree topper but there seems to be a differing school of thought about what is appropriate to place at the top of your Christmas tree.
After she warms to the idea of a World Series Diamondbacks hat up there, I am sure it will kind of grow on her.
She started to calm down a little until she saw her nativity set on the top of our bookcase. Then, from the other room I hear her screaming my name and it didn't sound like she was to happy. I kind of poked my head around the corner (carefully in case there were flying objects heading my way) to see what all the comotion was about.
She just stood there stuttering and pointing. At first I thought of saying, "What is it girl, did Timmy fall in a well?" but from the look on her face, I decided it would be best to save that comment for some later time. Finally, she exclaimed, "What is the meaning of this!" So I replied, "I know, I am ticked off too but I didn't have a Diamondbacks hat that would fit the Baby Jesus." Well, that didn't seem to sit real well with her and she started screaming something about sacks and religion or something. I mean geez, what is the big deal, I traded 3 wisemen for 4 Diamondbacks. I probably could have gotten a drummer boy to be named later. It was a great deal.
I think I have been banished from all Christmas decorating from this time forward. Hmmm, I wonder what would happen if I suggested we make green and purple sugar cookies to leave for Santa?
Jeff
I thought it looked pretty good. I was especially proud of our tree topper but there seems to be a differing school of thought about what is appropriate to place at the top of your Christmas tree.
After she warms to the idea of a World Series Diamondbacks hat up there, I am sure it will kind of grow on her.
She started to calm down a little until she saw her nativity set on the top of our bookcase. Then, from the other room I hear her screaming my name and it didn't sound like she was to happy. I kind of poked my head around the corner (carefully in case there were flying objects heading my way) to see what all the comotion was about.
She just stood there stuttering and pointing. At first I thought of saying, "What is it girl, did Timmy fall in a well?" but from the look on her face, I decided it would be best to save that comment for some later time. Finally, she exclaimed, "What is the meaning of this!" So I replied, "I know, I am ticked off too but I didn't have a Diamondbacks hat that would fit the Baby Jesus." Well, that didn't seem to sit real well with her and she started screaming something about sacks and religion or something. I mean geez, what is the big deal, I traded 3 wisemen for 4 Diamondbacks. I probably could have gotten a drummer boy to be named later. It was a great deal.
I think I have been banished from all Christmas decorating from this time forward. Hmmm, I wonder what would happen if I suggested we make green and purple sugar cookies to leave for Santa?
Jeff
