Good Intentions
Last night Mike and I were supposed to decorate the Christmas tree. Actually, it was Mike’s idea. This is the first year he’s actually taken interest in the holiday decorating, so who am I to argue! We turned on the Christmas music, had our dinner, vacuumed the area where the tree is going, and I poured us both some eggnog. Gathering our thoughts, we sat on the couch and contemplated our plan of attack for setting up the tree.
Perhaps it was the eggnog or the soothing sounds of The Reindeer Room, but we drifted asleep and didn’t get a bleeding thing done! We woke up hours later (around 12am) and poor Mike had spilled half the eggnog he was still holding onto his crotch. Luckily, mine was empty and on the coffee table. There’s still time to do it tonight or later this weekend — as long as we don’t have a repeat of last night.
