Tree OCD
We all have varying degrees of OCD. That may or may not be true, but it’s something I accept as truth to make me feel better about mine. One area where this really “shines” is in the lighting of the Christmas tree. I spoke to somebody at work who I view as an “everyman”. He takes a few strands of lights, strings them together, then walks in circles around his tree for a few minutes and he’s done. Somehow, my process takes about 2 hours (including a few bathroom breaks and some quality “dude” time with the baby. Granted, this everyman does not have 750 lights on a 7-foot tree. I do. Honestly, the back of the tree is looking pretty dark, so I could use another two or three hundred, but I’ll probably quit right now.
RSVP
Got an email from Mrs. U the other day at work:
“Hi. This infant massage class is next Monday and Tuesday night. I have to call them soon. Do you want to go?”
Immediately I had post-traumatic flashbacks of Lamaze class. I quickly got her on the phone and asked a question straight out of my soon-to-be-published “Good Husband Manual: A Domestic Guide to Wedded Bliss.”
“Is this some kind of test?”
“No. Of course not.”
“OK, then I politely decline. Infant massage can be your thing and making goofy faces at him can be my thing.”
Phew. Crisis averted.
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