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imported_Theautoguy
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So it's that time of year again, you know, the time where husbands are turned into subservient pawns for labor, financing and transportation by our wives! I put the tree up a couple weekends ago…but we couldn’t decorate it until my niece could be there so it could be “family” moment; my niece (whom lives with us…I think) is 19 and has a boyfriend…she’s home about 8 minutes a week, usually around 3:15 Monday mornings. So we had to wait to decorate our tree until 3:15 Monday morning…”Whatever!” I chose to decorate it early but they didn’t like it;
Yes, this was our tree! Further, this picture is no on the front of our Christmas cards which leads my to my next instance of Christmas born subservience.
After my “T.P. the Tree” incident, the wife decided that it would make a funny card…so we were going to make our Christmas cards this year, “WHOOPIE!” I come home from work on Friday only to be greeted by her and her “black cloud of brooding” hovering over her head. It seemed that she had been trying all day to get the layout right for the cards; she got it right Saturday morning…around 5:00! Now it was time to print them.
So I pick up some HP greeting card stock ($20) to be a help. I was subsequently asked (told) to go and buy more ink for the printer. I go out and buy some stamps and two ink cartridges ($40 just for the ink!) thinking that I was being nice since she’ll only need one, right? Wrong! I was informed this morning, while I was staring at the “Stack” of cards to my wife’s left, that I need to go out and buy two more ink cartridges (Yes, another $40!) so that she could finish the cards.
First, I didn’t think that we had THAT many friends! I have a few. For instance, my best friend, Ray, has been my drinking buddy for well over a decade. I’ve puked in the map compartment of his car while tailgating at a Floyd concert, we’ve ate more greasy omelets at Denny’s at 2:15 in the morning than a human body should be allowed to consume and he was my best man at my wedding! I still don’t send him a Christmas card! So why are we sending all of these people our cards?!
Second, why would a woman spend $100 on supplies and use an entire weekend of time to send out cards when one stop at Walgreens and for $19.98 plus tax we could have sent all of these Yuletide acquaintances a card with Snoopy and Woodstock decorating his Dog House?!
But can I say anything? NOOOOOO! Why? Because the moment I mentioned the cost of this “project” and that we won’t be “making our own cards” next year because of it, she starts to tear up! So, I’m heading out to pick up a couple of ink cartridges now.
I’m thinking the real brain behind Christmas is Mrs. Claus. Santa was just suckered in by the Christmas “tear” rather than Christmas “cheer”!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!! :lolsign:
Yes, this was our tree! Further, this picture is no on the front of our Christmas cards which leads my to my next instance of Christmas born subservience.
After my “T.P. the Tree” incident, the wife decided that it would make a funny card…so we were going to make our Christmas cards this year, “WHOOPIE!” I come home from work on Friday only to be greeted by her and her “black cloud of brooding” hovering over her head. It seemed that she had been trying all day to get the layout right for the cards; she got it right Saturday morning…around 5:00! Now it was time to print them.
So I pick up some HP greeting card stock ($20) to be a help. I was subsequently asked (told) to go and buy more ink for the printer. I go out and buy some stamps and two ink cartridges ($40 just for the ink!) thinking that I was being nice since she’ll only need one, right? Wrong! I was informed this morning, while I was staring at the “Stack” of cards to my wife’s left, that I need to go out and buy two more ink cartridges (Yes, another $40!) so that she could finish the cards.
First, I didn’t think that we had THAT many friends! I have a few. For instance, my best friend, Ray, has been my drinking buddy for well over a decade. I’ve puked in the map compartment of his car while tailgating at a Floyd concert, we’ve ate more greasy omelets at Denny’s at 2:15 in the morning than a human body should be allowed to consume and he was my best man at my wedding! I still don’t send him a Christmas card! So why are we sending all of these people our cards?!
Second, why would a woman spend $100 on supplies and use an entire weekend of time to send out cards when one stop at Walgreens and for $19.98 plus tax we could have sent all of these Yuletide acquaintances a card with Snoopy and Woodstock decorating his Dog House?!
But can I say anything? NOOOOOO! Why? Because the moment I mentioned the cost of this “project” and that we won’t be “making our own cards” next year because of it, she starts to tear up! So, I’m heading out to pick up a couple of ink cartridges now.
I’m thinking the real brain behind Christmas is Mrs. Claus. Santa was just suckered in by the Christmas “tear” rather than Christmas “cheer”!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!! :lolsign:
