Operation Ba-Humbug

So a couple of months ago, my husband and I set out on a self-proclaimed mission, in which we entitled Operation Ba-Humbug. There is a house in our neighborhood that celebrates Christmas year round. Don't get me wrong. I love Christmas! I particularly love the joyful mood in the air as snowfall comes and the coziness it brings when curling up by the fireplace with a tall mug of hot chocolate. Outdoor lighting decorations are beautiful, but not so much when you STILL have them up in July. Our neighborhood is all about community service, so Chris and I decided one day to help our neighborhood friends out by taking down the lights for them. One Friday night around 2am, dressed in all black, operation Ba-humbug began as we helped by taking down every single light, off every single bush and all around the house and garage. We did the polite thing however though, we kindly placed the lights in their Herby Kirby, with a little strand peaking out from the lid for the tenants to know their whereabouts.

It made for really fun conversation when other extremly happy neighbors mentioned to us that they were so happy about the lights finally being gone; meanwhile Chris and I just laughed to ourselves. ha. Operation Ba-Humbug was a success!

Boys will be boys

So the other day, my newphews were playing in the basement while their parents ran upstairs. K (who is 2) came upstairs completly soaking wet! His parents asked both A (5 years old) and K what happened and A was quick to respond that his younger brother K was playing in a puddle of water in the garage. So his dad opened the door leading into the garage and found not a single puddle. His dad questioned K (2 year old) again, and then K mumbled a few words, and spit out the words "A pee on head." Then A quickly told his dad, "Dad, I might have fibbed" And the Dad said "A, is this true?!! Did you pee on his head?! WHY would you do such a thing?!" A said, "Well Dad, I asked him if I could pee on his head and he said yes, so I did, and now i'm forgetting about it already, so it's okay that I did that!"

Learnin' the ropes

Don't get too excited. I'm funny about every third day. My husband said last night that on the scale of 1 to 10, i'm about a 7. I might have rounded up. Once, we were driving in a parking lot in Nashville, and I saw a busted ole' car that has a few tires and doors missing, not to mention an awesome paint job, and was positioned up on a jack. And i said, "Look, that car is all jacked up!" I thought that was pretty funny. Still, I can't base my humor on stories I can count on my finger.