A couple weeks ago, I wrote about a battle Mrs. 1500 and I were having over the thermostat. Writing it was a lot of fun, but we usually get along well, so I didn’t expect to write about another fight this soon. (Mrs. 1500 note: I wouldn’t characterize this as a fight…more like a disagreement because I am right and he is not…) However, a new conflict has broken out in the 1500 household. This time, it’s over our wayward Christmas tree.
Somewhere in our garage of chaos, there is an ugly plastic Christmas tree in a battered box. “Somewhere” is the key word because we have no clue where it actually is and the garage remains a disaster. (Mrs. 1500 note: I wouldn’t use the word ‘disaster.’ Let’s say untidy.) The tree is the plastic version of the Charlie Brown tree, so ugly that it’s barely even worth looking for. However, the holidays are upon us and Mrs. 1500 insists that we set up a tree. The kids eagerly support her position, so I’m outnumbered.
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