'Tis The Season To Be Whorey

My early Christmas present from Clint was my very own controller for the Xbox. Now I can play video games all day in style.

I also asked if we could get a *little* Christmas tree for the apartment. I haven't had an actual tree for the birth of baby Hay-Zeus in a very long time because I used to live with wild animals which are known to most people by the simple term of cats. These "cats" loved drinking the tree water and climbing the thing like it was Mt. Everest, so any sort of upright plant life in our home was a no-go. Now that I have my own place and no cats in sight (at least not yet) I could finally have a damn tree.

So right, I asked if we could get a little tree. Clint's response was, "I guess" and that was the end of that. There is a Christmas tree farm where the pumpkin patch used to be in the parking lot of the Kmart. They have what I would call little trees that are about 2'-3' tall, which is exactly what I wanted because our apartment is not big.

The other night he comes home with a tree that is taller than I am (to put this in perspective, I am about 5'4"). This tree, with stand is around 6'2".

I asked him why such a big tree, he said it was the smallest one they had, so I have no idea where he got this thing from. After that we went grocery shopping (they were having a sale on mustard - 10 for $10 - but we could not figure out what we were going to do with 10 bottles of mustard even though we both love the stuff.

After we came home I asked when we were going to put the tree up, "I don't know, you wanted the thing" was the answer I received. You see, Clint isn't really into the whole Christmas thing. Me on the other hand, I like the cheesy part of the holiday. The Christmas carols, red rider bb guns, gingerbread men, snow (but not in Texas!) and tinsel.

I went to Kmart and got some tree trimming things....and then the tree sat on our living room floor for two days, still in its sad little net from the tree farm.

I decided to be proactive on Friday and get this thing going - so after two hours of wrestling with this tree, cutting off branches with a serrated kitchen knife and having needles poke me in the eye I got the damn thing upright and sturdy. All by myself without any help from Grinch Master Clint.

BEHOLD! (pictures are crappy because they were taken with my blackberry. I managed to leave my digital camera charger back in New Jersey. Way to go, me.)

Our tree topper is a skull mask, because that is how we roll.

He says he hates Christmas but I catch him looking at the tree every once in a while when it's lit up. I think he secretly loves my (our) tree.