As is usual around Casa Bob y Carlos I do the Christmas decorations.
One could say it’s because of Carlos’ eyesight, which could be true; or it
might be because he doesn’t enjoy it like I do, which is also somewhat
accurate; or you could say it’s because I become a demon at Christmas and
direct him where to put ornaments and such because one time he lined up three …
THREE … blue ornaments in a row; the paramedics took an hour to revive
me.
So Carlos says I am a combination of Martha
Stewart, Joan Crawford and Adolf Hitler when I decorate the tree so for these past
several years he disappears when the ornaments come out. But, he does his part; we have an artificial tree—we are
surrounded by pine trees and so I don’t want a dead one in my house—and he puts
it together before he disappears. This weekend we got the tree, the ornaments,
the decorations, lights, holiday bric-a-brac from the garage and I went back to
blog as Carlos assembled the tree. I was minding my own business when I heard him say:
“Hey Jon Stewart, the tree is ready!” Jon Stewart? Comedian? Political activist? Christmas? Then it hit me … Joan
Crawford sounds a little John Crawford with his accent and then he’d stirred in Martha Stewart.
John. Stewart.
Carlos, the gift that keeps on giving. |