Driving through the area where we used to live, hubby asks Ajers, "So, does any of this look familiar to you?"
He stretches his neck around, peeks out the window, observes the playground he used to play at, sees the gas station we used to fill up at, notices a neighborhood that looks familiar and then says, "Yeah, it's starting to look familiar to me..."
And then he looks around some more...
"Aren't we near the place where mom got her tattoo?"
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So, it's like 60 degrees out today and everyone, and I mean EVERYONE (except maybe High School Prom Queen) is out putting their Christmas and holiday lights up. I suggest to hubby that today would be a GREAT day to do this chorethatnobodylikestodobutyouhavetobecause
He mumbles something about hating it, goes to the garage later, plugs in a few strands and declares them all not working properly so he throws them out.
Fine, I say. I'll just go over to Target and buy new lights and do them myself, you scroogy-bastard fucker. (I didn't really say that, I just thought it, and I wasn't even thinking it that meanly.)
As I'm heading out the door, I hear him talking to his friend on the phone explaining how it's the one chore he hates to do (don't get me started on the fact that it took TWO YEARS to hang a five-dollar picture up from TJ Maxx, and I'm still waiting for him to replace the toilet mechanism that flushes ... just wait till the toilet stops working and I'm sure it'll be all my fault...
Anyway, he's telling his friend how he doesn't want to do it, and how all the lights are not working and how he told me to go to Target to pick up some new lights.
I hear him say, "Yeah, I told her to go spend twenty or thirty bucks for new lights for the house."
He must be in Disneyland if he thinks we can decorate a half a tree for twenty bucks.
Who the hell is he kidding?
Anyway, I managed to keep the cost to below $70 with an extra box left behind. I did all the lights, and I'm going out there now to see how they look.
Bah Humbug Scroogy Man, Bah Humbug.