There are those days when you wonder why you woke up that morning, ya know? So I generally love the holiday season. The carolers, the decorations, all of it just makes me smile...usually. Well my wonderful husband decided that we should put up a santa and reindeer on the roof. We talked about this for years, and well, this was THE year to actually do it.
Seemed like a great idea, and I have to admit I agreed to it. Looking back on that I probably should have given it some real thought, beyond how cute it would look up there, but ...I didn't. So up her went and that's when the good idea went horribly wrong. First there was loud banging, that wasn't so bad. Then I heard some cursing, which I will admit made me chuckle a bit. I adore my husband but he's not the most gifted man when it comes to using tools and such. Since he's so good at everything else, I take a bit of delight in his struggles. Petty I know but hey I'm not perfect.
But then, after the cursing there was a very loud crashing sound followed by a heavy thud overhead. That could not be good. So I ran up the stairs and found my husband, santa, and three of the eight reindeer in my bedroom on the floor along with a sizable chunk of the roof. I bit my lips, HARD, and crossed my arms as he extricated himself from the rubble. "Problems?" I asked fighting to stifle snickers, snorts and outright laughter.
I know this will be expensive, and so does he. We both know our insurance company will never buy any story we might try to come up with to explain this, and even though it's really horrible it was just funny too. However as I was fighting my laughter I looked up and realized that sleeping under the stars...literally..was going to get old pretty fast in December.