As is inevitable, Eric and I did the whole obligatory putting-away-Christmas-decorations thing the first week in January. I never look forward to it.
Not only is it a pain to do, but it also makes me really sad. Who doesn’t love Christmas right? You get gifts and you gain 10 pounds –what’s there not like?
For the most part, we were able to put away our decorations with limited pain. Until it came to this guy:
Here is Mr. Snowman, hanging out in front of our house with his fake cotton snow (us Southern California people like to pretend), and our Santa-clad dog (he likes to get in the spirit).
We have fond memories of Mr. Snowman. He was the highlight of our outdoor decorations, and a hand-me-down gift from my mother-in-law. I practically jumped up and down when she gifted him to us.
So obviously, Eric and I have problem because we are really attached to our Christmas ornaments. Anyway, when I asked Eric to put Mr. Snowman away, he didn’t want to.
I had already spent all day putting away decorations, and all he had left was Mr. Snowman. I left for my barre class and came back to find this:
Mr. Snowman was now in our living room.
Haha, very funny. One point goes to Eric.
We let him live there for a few days, and I finally had to move him into the garage out of the way of the cleaning ladies.
But I told Eric, he still has to disassemble Mr. Snowman and put him back into his box.
The next day, I came home and found this:
Mr. Snowman somehow found his way into our kitchen!
I decided I had to get back at Eric. But my plan didn’t exactly go like I wanted it to. Oh well. Mr. Snowman still lives in our garage, outside of his box. I am hoping Eric will finally put him away this weekend.
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