Dorktastic Oddments: Grumpy Christmas!

Today is tree decorating day. This year we’re much more on my timeline than on Paul’s. He’s a “decorate the tree on December first, but no sooner” type and I’m a “decorate the tree whenever I happen to have time prior to 11pm on December 24th”.

I was typing away at the computer this morning (and by morning I mean afternoon because I went out for my birthday last night, more on that later) when Paul brought up the Christmas decorations from the basement. He started unpacking items as I continued to type. You should know that as Paul putters around the house he is almost always talking/singing/laughing at himself, which is kind of endearing but also very annoying while you’re trying to concentrate. I kept telling him that yes we could decorate the tree today but first I need to write, then we need to figure out what gifts we still have to buy/make, and then we're going shopping. Sometimes being married is like having a 4-year-old.

I have a pair of Santa pants that my mom gave me for Christmas one year, for reasons unknown since I already have a stocking. Paul brought them out from the living room and asked where they should go. Since I don’t particularly find them a priority I told him that we could wait and decide later what area needed to look more festive. He thought about this for about two seconds and put them on my head and strapped them on with a pair of antlers. (One of the reason I married Paul is that he knows exactly how to deal with me when I'm grouchy.)