dim the lights

I have no photo of our Thank-God-It’s-Artificial tree with its lights on to share with you.

I haven’t put the lights on the tree yet.  It is not a job I enjoy doing.  In fact, it is a job that fills me with bitchiness and misery.  I long for one of those pre-lit trees that greet me when I enter Home Depot, but Banjo Man’s tender real-tree-from-the-forest feelings must be respected.

I really intended to string the lights tonight, but instead I have chosen to drink margaritas and play music with Banjo Man.

We are practicing Christmas songs, so when Uncle George and Sarge arrive we can serenade them.


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