It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.
The kids and I trimmed the tree last night.
It turned out pretty. We were listening to Christmas carols and I was wondering how in the hell I was going to be able to afford to pull Christmas out of my ass and the door bell was ringing.
The dog was spazing.
It rang 3 times while we were working on the tree.
Stanley has been shopping because it sure wasn’t mine.
One box had this in it, because I looked at the Amazon tag.
Just what he needs is another one of those.
Plus, loser has money.
The second box looked like it was possibly a present for Jumping Bean who has the nerve to have a birthday on Thursday. She is turning 12 on 12/12. Pretty cool.
We put a few more balls on the tree and it rang again.
I swear to God it was a huge long pole wrapped in brown paper. I couldn’t even budge it off the porch. I called to the boy and we were dragging this thing through the house wondering what the fuck that sucker was. Finally I found the paperwork and it was a
7 foot Dumbbell
Now I have 2!
A 7 ft one and a 5’11 one.
I swear to God. I’m sweating Christmas presents and he’s buying himself beer kits and dumbbells.
It isn’t like there isn’t enough around here he could be lifting without special equipment.
Plus he wants to sell the nest, so where does he think he’s going to put this stuff?
Dumbbells, Dumbbells, it’s Christmas time in the nest…