And a cartridge in a bare tree...

When I first said it, it made my ten year old groan. Then I actually did it. Then I took a photograph of it. I'm sure one day this will all come up in a certification hearing. Though, I suppose my family could provide plenty of ... ammo ... for the courts in the event they ever decide to officially question my sanity.


Then there's the tree. Ok, yeah, we went "Griswald." Why does the tree always look so much smaller out in the field than it does when you get it in the house? So yeah, our tree bends over at the ceiling because it's too tall. Or maybe the ceiling's too low. Either way, I find it hilarious.

Then there's the Christmas Tire. Yes, you read that right. Christmas Tire. This could probably find its way into Jeff Foxworthy's act. But you need some background for the Christmas Tire. I'm a scrooge. A grinch. HUMBUG. Now, my wife is quite the opposite. She's all about the Christmas spirit and all of the nonesense that goes with it. It drives her nuts that I'm not. But she's a creative girl. She asked me one day, "hey, the solstice is on the 21st, right?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, after the 21st, the days start getting longer, right?"

"Uh, yeah"

"So if I took one of your race tires and made a wreath out of it, would you celebrate the season, because it signals the slide towards riding season?"



She kind of had me. I had to concede and be less grinchy.