You can trim my tree anytime, big guy!


Look! It’s the guy who puts the mirth in the mother. Wow does that sound dirty! Here’s looking at you, husband of 8 years, yin to my yowza, cream in my coffay, responsible for half the genetic material that comprises the li’l mirthlings. I adore you!

The first tree we trimmed together was actually a potted pine plant at my Mom’s house. It had 8 branches on it and was about 3 feet high. It was the saddest, droopiest, ugliest tree ever, and we loaded it with bulbs and tinsel until it looked like an 84-year-old painted hooker.

Ah. Good times. Thanks for sticking by me, hon!

One thought on “You can trim my tree anytime, big guy!

  1. Well, the tree nor the husband look like painted hookers this Christmas! And that is a very good thing considering there are small children running around.

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