The End of Xmas

Last night Joe and I finally took down the ole Xmas tree. Sure it's been like four months, but who's counting? Of course this took persuasion on my part, which was so very different from anything else I've asked Joe to do... oh wait, oh no, I meant the OTHER Joe. The one that does stuff without me asking? You know, the one that exists in a parallel universe where mayonnaise makes me thinner?

So Joe goes to take the tree out to the trash (it was a cheap-o fake one that we both decided we just don't have room to keep), and I finish packing up the ornaments. Of course this whole process took like 20 minutes but we insist on delaying it for months on principles.

I open the door to the bathroom to grab some windex to clean the excess of festive Jesus glitter from our glass table the tree was sitting on, and BAM! There's the Christmas tree all lit up. I see it just as Joe goes, "BWA! YOU'VE BEEN CHRISTMAS TREED!" Which definitely scared the Ba-Jesus right out of my Ba-Christmas.