Day 2,341

The Hillbilly Way

Adam said he wasn’t getting on the roof to hang lights this year. I scoffed at the notion and decided to take matters into my own hands. Ok, first of all, ADAM, what options did you leave me with? At almost 31 weeks pregnant, surely I wasn’t “allowed” on the roof (I could’ve done it!), and second, did YOU have any better ideas of getting the lights hung? He then proceeded to mock me by filming my HEROIC (hillbilly) attempt at rescuing our home from the likes of The Grinch (better known as Adam himself). It seemed like a reasonable - maybe only slightly desperate - option at the time, but I will have you know that I hooked TWO hooks with this technique before...

...I was the one mocking him!

Mwahaha!

Hey Babe, smile!

And just so you know just how mean he was to me (ok chill, he’s never actually mean to me and I’m completely joking), he baited me with the line, “I’ll seriously buy you anything you want if you can hang these lights on this house using a rake. I’ll even buy you a car.” A reply doesn’t exists as sufficiently as Stephanie Tanner’s saying from Full House, “HOW RUDE!” Two things: one, I don’t even care about cars - I already have a great one, thank you very much. And two, I still win because I’m the one with lights on her house!!!!!!!!!! Wooooooooo!!!! 

See Babe! Lights make kids happy at Christmas. Proof! Don’t you care about the kids?! (Or maybe it was just the mouthful of cookies?)

In any case, we all just want to thank you, Grinch...errrrr...Daddy, for sacrificing your safety on behalf of our Christmas wish of having lights hung from our house. You’re the absolute BEST!! Even when you make fun of Mama!

Yaaaaaaay! Party!!!

We continued our celebration by going on a Christmas tree hunt for the perfect fir. They of course, chose a short, fat, bright blue painted Florida Gator tree with orange ribbon to tie perfectly in with Ella Mae’s dashing style.  

I pulled the Grinch card this time. No offense to those with a blue and orange Gator tree taking up precious space in their living room, but that just ain’t for me. We opted for a more traditional green tree instead. Wah wah.  



All they cared about was the candy canes anyways, turns out. 

Rascals. 

At least they’re rascals with lights on their house AND a 9 foot Christmas tree! Mama can rest easy tonight. Ahhhhh.