Arriving home today hubby is in the loft getting down the Christmas decorations. There followed a half hour conversation whereby he instructed supervised eldest child's tree building skills
"Treat it gently"
"Spread the legs"
"push it is gently, don't be rough!"
Good job I was there otherwise I would have thought they were discussing something else!
I decorated the tree once it was up. That is my job. No one else is allowed to do it!
My angel is a bit lopsided though, looks like she has had one to many to drink. Hubby takes immense pleasure putting that angel on top of the tree, with a twinkle in his eye and a smile on his lips as he comes out with something rude as only he can.
Honestly some men never grow up!
In other news I lost 2½ Ibs at fat club tonight, which is good considering I haven't been at all good food wise though I have been ill and stressed. Suppose that will mean I will have to be extra good this week then lol
Have a good evening
