How else can I explain the overwhelming support for white lights in my polls? Is there no loyalty to the traditions of yesteryear? This is heartbreaking, just heartbreaking. I haven't had the same nighttime enjoyment of looking at my multi-colored tree glowing in the dark since the votes started coming in. But perhaps this is what I needed. As a friend told me, "Girl, I am helping to set you free!"
So I'll give it a shot. Not this year. This year, the multi-colored lights stay put. But next year, I'll devote myself entirely to the simplicity and apparent splendor of the plain white lights.
As a sidenote, in the last couple of days it has been a humbling experience to watch the polls rise steadily in favor of Jason's opinion. I...don'tliketobewrong. Whew, ok, got that out. Like ripping off a band-aid.
But it is true. And especially when it comes to decorating issues. And especially when it comes to my husband, a man, being right on those decorating issues. I'm going to blame that on a couple of things: a.) I come from a family of strong, sometimes over-opinionated women, and b.) I come from a family of strong, often over-opinionated women who like to decorate.
It's not my fault, y'all, it's in the genes!
Last night, I heaved a deep sigh and turned to Jason, "Honey, you are so kickin' my tail in the polls."
He smiled gently and replied, "Sweetie, you know this isn't a competition, right?"
Aw, isn't that cute? Thank goodness we have a lifetime together for him to learn the truth about me.