At last, that fateful Saturday arrived in early December when the kids were bouncing off the walls to decorate the Christmas tree. My handyman and husband for hire (Ramon) had laid all the groundwork… the tree was up and all the lights were shining. (We don’t do real trees, but that’s another story.) So, I cued up the Christmas playlist and let the kids loose. My real husband (the one that had nothing to do with laying the groundwork) hung four ornaments and then told me he needed to go to the gun store.
Love,
Tiffany
Love,
Tiffany
oooops. Love, Tiffany
ReplyDeleteI can't! Best Shitty Christmas tree day ever!!
ReplyDeleteLove,
Kristen
Dum & Dum-
ReplyDeleteThat story truly takes the cake. It made me laugh out loud. It probably isn't nearly as hilarious when it's happening, but you couldn't write that shit.
Love,
Katie
p.s. Ramon sounds hot. Can I have his number?