November 26, 2010
Grant spent most of this afternoon up a ladder, hanging Christmas lights all over the Tumbleweed.
I spent most of this afternoon standing on the ground behind Grant, admiring his handiwork. And by “handiwork,” I mean “arse.”
I’m told this sort of diversion will eventually cease to amuse me.
I would like to point out that the women telling me this are not married to men who look like Grant. No offense, ladies, but until I hear it from Margaret Sandberg or Billie Perry, I’m afraid I’ll have to take your matronly wisdom with a grain of salt. Just sayin’.
For the record, Grant did a nice job with the lights. The Tumbleweed looks really beautiful this evening, with hundreds of little twinkly lights tracing the rooflines and architectural details.
Hope your Friday was filled with beautiful things to admire, too.