Ba Humbug?

Sunday Joe and I dragged our gazillion tubs of Christmas stuff out from the shed. Yesterday, he and Sara put up the tree. Tonight we were to decorate. So here goes the evening:

Me: "Sara you ready?"
Sara: "Uh..." as she's texting on her phone

So I get up and clean up dinner, wash dishes, yadda yadda yadda. Then I go take a nice HOT shower since it 44 degrees out (I love my desktop weather gadget!). While I'm in the shower Sara comes in the room saying "I thought we were going to decorate the tree." "Yes dear, when I'm done showering." So I finish and put on my nice cozy winter PJs. I go out to the media room where Joe and Sara are watching TV. Well, Joe was more on his computer than TV. So Sara and I start decorating the tree. We finally finish and I tell Joe its ready for the angel. I start going thru the other tubs to decorate the house. Joe is still sitting on the couch in front of his computer. I say again "The tree is ready for the angel." Seeing how there is no movement of Joe I pack up the tub I just unpacked and hopped on my computer to do schoolwork. Finally Joe gets up from his *&%$@ computer which he was just playing a game and goes to put the angel on the tree. He asks where the foot stool is because the top of the tree is just out of his reach. I say that is an excellent question. I haven't seen the foot stool in months! I'm thinking to myself it's probably lost in Joey's room. Things go in there and disappear to never be seen again. So mental note: need new foot stool. So instead of going to look for the foot stool, Joe puts the angel down and sits back on the couch with his *&%$@ computer back on the stupid game! I will admit, sure, I could have got up to look for the foot stool but I didn't feel like it. So here I sit looking at our beautiful, angel-less tree.

Happy Holidays!