Allisonfaye
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My husband, a self described Scrooge, drives me crazy every year about this time. The day we get the tree. It is usually a week before Christmas. If, god forbid, we get the tree one minute too early, it will dry out and burn the house down. Then, we argue over what tree to get. I always want bigger, he always wants smaller. So I aimed for fatter. Those trees were too weak to hold anything. Usually, I just give in and let him pick. He usually picks ok, if not a tad on the scrawny side. Then, oh, the fun of bringing it in and setting it up. It usually involves a lot of swearing (by him) and hemming and sighing. I am just on eggshells. I am so sick of it. Now, the tree we got is too large for our stand because...''if you get a bigger tree, it isn''t going to fit in a stand for a smaller one''...
Oh, excuse me. Christmas Tree 101. I should have known THAT.
He''s not a bad guy or anything. But this one event turns him into a beast.
Anyone else have other wise pretty nice guy who turns into a beast around this time of year? Oh, and don''t get me started on the actual holiday. He has ruined more of them for me than you can imagine.
Oh, excuse me. Christmas Tree 101. I should have known THAT.
He''s not a bad guy or anything. But this one event turns him into a beast.
Anyone else have other wise pretty nice guy who turns into a beast around this time of year? Oh, and don''t get me started on the actual holiday. He has ruined more of them for me than you can imagine.