Dearest Hubby decided to climb up on the house roof this last Sunday and string up some Christmas lights. He tells everyone that he does this for me because he hates Christmas lights.
When they hear this most people look at the front of our VERY tall two storey house and then look at me for a long minute before they ask me if I have insurance.
Well yes, I do. I think. But not enough. I need Hubby around for a few more years and I’m happy to say that after almost fifteen years of marriage and despite some really annoying habits I would like him to be around for at least fifteen more. And yes, it actually is his birthday today.
But back to the house. Dearest Hubby climbed up this long ladder and onto the roof in his completely tread-less leather shoes and proceeded with one of the kids little plastic snow shovels to chip away at the excess ice on the roof so that he could climb up on it, reach over the eves and hook on the lights.
At this point our neighbor from across the street came over and helped him from the ground. I went inside.
It is at times like this that I wonder if we should become one of those families who simply leave their lights up all year round. Maybe it’s not all that classy, but jeepers – it’s got to be a lot safer.
So, Happy Birthday Dave. I love you and I love the lights but when you go up on the roof again this weekend can you do it when I’m not home? I can’t handle the stress – or the neighbor’s questions.