My tree was down by the 3rd and that was the earliest I've ever had to undecorate. I was not a happy camper about it. But the husband was antsy to get the tree out before the city's tree burn.
He decided to be helpful and took it upon himself to take apart my beautiful little recession tree. Aaargh! He pays little attention to things I do and says he did not realize I've stored it intact every year.
Knowing how obsessive and compulsive I am about organizing and packing my Christmas decorations, why would he even think it would be all right? I do not ever mess with any of his garage projects, not like he's done anything recently.
Well he offered to put it back together but it wouldn't be the same. It's ruined for me.
Crappy New Year. I'm going to go sulk for a while. And then I'm going to buy something on etsy to make me feel better. Retail therapy. I need some (many) vintage pink glass ornaments, because I have something big and sparkly planned for next year.