Some friends invited us to dinner on December 27th. What are they, crazy? Of course I said no. I have to get this Christmas Crap out of my house! Like, right now!
From November until December 25th, it’s a wild love affair with Christmas: parties and presents and cookies. December 26th, things start to cool off and then BAM! December 27th hits and it’s over. Get outta my house, Christmas! Make way for the birthdays!
Darling Husband’s birthday is today and mine is tomorrow.
Switching a house from Christmas back to Non-Christmas is a horror show when your house is teeny, tiny. Look:
The switch-over got done in time (sigh of relief) and we took Darling Husband to see The Hobbit for his birthday today. He isn’t talking much about it and I think he didn’t much like it. He’s a stickler for the book version and all he could blurt out was, “They took liberties! By gum, they took liberties!” I’m thinking this was a Bad Thing. He didn’t look happy.
On the way home Darling Husband could not figure out what he wanted for dinner. He was still mourning all those liberties, you know. We ended up getting Royal Farms fried chicken and eating it on trays in front of the TV. Chicken from a gas station on a tv tray and a movie that takes liberties on your birthday. Well, better luck next year. It can’t be giant laser tag parties every year.