Well, after a leisurely breakfast, Olivia and I are going to put up the Christmas tree, while Mrs Gunfighter attends a conference in DC.
I will be posting pictures of our efforts later...
I'll be putting up the tree and stringing the lights, as I'm not allowed to touch, look at or remove the
goddamned lovely ornaments from their boxes... that is Mrs Gunfighter's province.
I get the labor. She and Olivia have the fun.
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Okay, sappiness about to ensue here:
Someone has to put the lights on the tree. It's the prettiest element and the part that allows the light within the tree itself to shine forth. Stringing the lights is your part in bringing forth the light within.
Okay, end of sappiness. Are we all feeling just a little sick to our stomachs now? (Just trying to do my part to help you not feel so left out of the decorating/beautification part of Christmas!)
Sounds like a completely reasonable division of duties to me. ;)
I think we're doing our tree tomorrow.
I can't wait to see your pictures!
Was there perhaps some ornament incident that has the lovely Mrs. reluctant to let you...
Hey, putting up the tree and stringing the lights...can be fun too.
Just out of curiousity, do you have at least 5 times the ornaments that you do branches on the tree?
Every year it seems we have 10 things on each branch as they sag to what is reminiscent of a Christmas Weeping Willow.
It was ever thus my friend! Stringing lights is a dirty job but one for which us decorator types are eternally grateful! :D
"I get the labor. She and Olivia get the fun." I'm sure that if Olivia is her bio-kid, she says the same thing about you. :-)
Actually, I'm here to leave you a thank-you note for the comment you wrote at Suburban Lesbian. I'm Christian, and at least partly homosexual. Yours is the first text I've read, or heard, or heard OF, from a lay Christian (rather than a theologian or a minister) that gave me some hope for either of the categories to which I belong. I still have found no way of sorting out all the nastiness of history in my faith or the confusion and bad feeling in my sexuality, but you wouldn't believe (or maybe you would) the difference an encouraging comment from a genuinely nice person can make to a passer-by. Thank you.
Janet,
Oh... I don't feel left out. Just tired.
Wrods,
Whose side are you on?
Trish,
I'm a quick study, most times!
Deborah,
No ma'am. I have NEVER broken an ornament... mostly because I never get to handle them... now, wine glasses...
Grimm,
I will make no further comments about the increasing number of ornaments, dude... my wife reads my blog.
ScarletPerv,
Welcome to my blog... come back and visit, won't you?
You are welcome about the comment. All will be well, my friend, as long as we never give in to bigots.
Oh, and Scarlet...
My wife may have had a couple of hours of labor (she was a real trooper, never complained once), but I have been cooking for her for the last 13 years... that has to count for something!
I make my hubby do the lights too. Ocassionally he is allowed to touch an ornament though - I'm short and it's just easier!
hysterical!! Oh those ornaments...
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