The other day I was wrestling (and by that I mean full body Hulk Hogan throw-down wrestling) with the tangled Christmas lights outside by the prickly pokey evergreens in front of our house. My hands numb, my nose drippy.
And under my frosty breath I muttered “He never helps with this. If any decorating is going to get done it has to be me. Always me doing all the work to make us Christmas-ready.”
I know. My problems are so real!
