I've been helping some friends prepare their house for their grandkids to visit (the house was a construction zone after remodeling their kitchen)...
One day last week, I arrived as "Mr Santa" was hooking up all the inflatable yard ornaments and roof lights... good thing he works for the fire dept...he cracked me up when he was fussing about the flying pig needing a new motor. He loves pigs!!
So today, after cleaning house for several days and being happy with the dent I made, I arrived to the joy of finding the big pink pigs (made of flat metal) that are mounted near the garage roof are wearing Santa hats!! Toooo funny...but once I stepped into the house, my crack-up moment turned to shock...Holy Flippin Flying Pigs!! This place looks like Christmas blew up!! "Mrs Santa" had brought down every box in the attic filled with every Christmas ornament imaginable. It was CRAZY!! I couldn't get through the den, dinning room, hallway, kitchen or bathroom!! Yes, there is a huge live plant in the bath tub and several boxes of Christmas ceramic houses sitting on the floor where you can't even get to the toilet. There's an 8' tree in the den and TWO more in the dinning room... and she's not done!
You can't tell we did any work since last Saturday.
My text to my other friend "I'm gonna be covered in glitter when I leave here!"
A few hours pass and Mr Santa arrives home carrying a handful of glittery, flowery tree topper. My immediate response was "MORE Christmas decorations?" ...his reaction "that woman's killin' me"
I adore them and I don't envy him for having to put up with her decoration-buying fetish.
P.S. the old flying pig didn't make it a week... he's awaiting his replacement parts.