. . .I mean, how long does it take to fall off a roof?
Mankind has never been more cruel than in the creation of annual traditions which require an expenditure of effort that could be better allocated towards the pursuit of higher intellectual goals.
I have episodes of "The Venture Brothers" to watch on my TIVO.
The drafting of my loving and "oh, so helpful" offspring in this endeavor does little to mitigate the frustration in recognizing the futility of our activities.
It never escapes me that I could be sitting in my comfy chair drinking a cold beer. I could even have eggnog as a concession to the holiday season.
It is with these thoughts as I face the final week of shopping and cooking and yardwork before the targeted holiday, that I ask any father or husband who has found himself in my position to simply give me a wave or a nod in sympathy in the first week of the new year when I'm back up on the roof taking the lights down again.
Action wife is taking the pictures. Even though she may have a camera in one hand, she holds an unchallenged threat of potential violence in the other.
Happy (help me) Holidays!