You must have missed all my posts about not being able to motivate hubby to even drag the Christmas boxes out of the shed. LOL He's no way into Christmas! I'm such a big kid about it that it really hurts me when he acts like a big poop! Yesterday, I wanted to go to a specific store to look at their ornaments and he didn't want to go there. He wanted to go somewhere else... no real reason, just because. He grumbled, fumed and "accidentally" hurt himself getting there. His passive/agressive way to punish me. When I got done shopping for what I wanted, I wanted to go out in the garden area because I could smell the Christmas trees. He didn't want to go "because his legs were hurting" from standing. SINCE WHEN????? He can walk for miles, but his legs hurt him in a store? Yeah right! He went out back with me but he found a bench and LAYED down on it while I tootled around the lines of trees whiffing in the smell and pretending I was in a forest. Then I woke up! But hey, I had my "out of this world" moment.

It's going to be like this until after the first of the year. Don't think I keep my mouth shut about it, either! If I had my "ruthers," I'd punt him into next week, but then I'd miss him. Dog turds on a stick!! Can't win for losin'!

Hang in there. Somehow we'll make it through.