Have yourself a bitchy little Christmas...
I was deeply saddened today when my new favorite radio station, Jack FM, played a Christmas song today. Well, it wasn't so bad because it was by B.B. King, but it was a Christmas song nonetheless. I had been hoping that Best Station Ever wouldn't get into the holiday spirit so that it would instead serve as a place for anyone who might already be Christmas-ed out.
Anyway...
We now have our apartment Christmas tree, but it isn't decorated.
We're having some artistic differences.
See, I want to have color lights on the tree. Andre wants white lights. I think white lights are boring, they wash out the tree, and they make me think of National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation. Andre thinks color lights are "tacky."
*Gasp* Oh no he didn't!!
So I had to let him know that I've always that color lights on my family tree at home and it has never ever ever looked "tacky." He refused to budge.
So instead of getting into a brawl at Target, I said that I already have 2 strings of color lights at the apartment to use instead of buying more lights. Andre said he has 4 or 5 strings.
(Honestly, the tree is barely 6ft tall. 2 strings would totally be fine.)
So then we get home and I'm headed back out the door to see some of my former Shoestring babies in a play. I toss my lights to Andre, tell him that if they weren't enough for the tree he could use his stupid white lights, and that he offended me by calling color lights "tacky." And I bounced.
Grrr...I think, and I'm racing up the Parkway, pissed at my best friend and pissed at myself for being pissed. At the same time, I'm thinking of all the bitchy little things I'm going to do to that tree if I don't get my own way concerning the lights. Things like replacing single white lightbulbs with color ones, or removing one bulb so the whole strand doesn't work, removing fuses, clipping wires...really underhanded and bitchy stuff.
Then I saw a play about John Lennon, remembered that love is all we need, realized that fighting over a Christmas tree is stupid, and went home feeling better.
You know what the really funny thing is?
While I was gone, the tree stayed undecorated as Andre thought about the same little bitchy things to do to the tree.
So we had a mental bitchfest against each other without actually expending all the physical and emotional energy of being truly bitchy. That has to be some type of psychological phenomenon.
In other news...
-Christmas shopping has been beneficial for me. For every one gift I buy someone, I end up buying at least one thing for myself. Now if I can only convince myself to buy stuff I really need...
-It's only the first full week of December and I am officially done with snow. We've had two baby storms come in this past week, and I'm over it. I hate clearing off my car, I hate shoveling, and I hate the weather reports that get you all amped for 5-7 inches and then you get a puny little dusting. In other words, if I'm not getting a snow day out of it, it ain't worth it.
Well, off to go finish up some productive things before the work day is over. Then more Christmas shopping and laundry. Smooches!
Anyway...
We now have our apartment Christmas tree, but it isn't decorated.
We're having some artistic differences.
See, I want to have color lights on the tree. Andre wants white lights. I think white lights are boring, they wash out the tree, and they make me think of National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation. Andre thinks color lights are "tacky."
*Gasp* Oh no he didn't!!
So I had to let him know that I've always that color lights on my family tree at home and it has never ever ever looked "tacky." He refused to budge.
So instead of getting into a brawl at Target, I said that I already have 2 strings of color lights at the apartment to use instead of buying more lights. Andre said he has 4 or 5 strings.
(Honestly, the tree is barely 6ft tall. 2 strings would totally be fine.)
So then we get home and I'm headed back out the door to see some of my former Shoestring babies in a play. I toss my lights to Andre, tell him that if they weren't enough for the tree he could use his stupid white lights, and that he offended me by calling color lights "tacky." And I bounced.
Grrr...I think, and I'm racing up the Parkway, pissed at my best friend and pissed at myself for being pissed. At the same time, I'm thinking of all the bitchy little things I'm going to do to that tree if I don't get my own way concerning the lights. Things like replacing single white lightbulbs with color ones, or removing one bulb so the whole strand doesn't work, removing fuses, clipping wires...really underhanded and bitchy stuff.
Then I saw a play about John Lennon, remembered that love is all we need, realized that fighting over a Christmas tree is stupid, and went home feeling better.
You know what the really funny thing is?
While I was gone, the tree stayed undecorated as Andre thought about the same little bitchy things to do to the tree.
So we had a mental bitchfest against each other without actually expending all the physical and emotional energy of being truly bitchy. That has to be some type of psychological phenomenon.
In other news...
-Christmas shopping has been beneficial for me. For every one gift I buy someone, I end up buying at least one thing for myself. Now if I can only convince myself to buy stuff I really need...
-It's only the first full week of December and I am officially done with snow. We've had two baby storms come in this past week, and I'm over it. I hate clearing off my car, I hate shoveling, and I hate the weather reports that get you all amped for 5-7 inches and then you get a puny little dusting. In other words, if I'm not getting a snow day out of it, it ain't worth it.
Well, off to go finish up some productive things before the work day is over. Then more Christmas shopping and laundry. Smooches!
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