My daddy bought me the actual Christmas Tree that I so desperately longed for in the Hobby Lobby window. Cuteboyrandy was not there, however, I will consider this tragic disapointment to be more information obtained regarding his general work schedule, and instead I visited with the usual always-on-top-of-all-things-hobby-lobby-and/or-all-things-involving-hobby-or-for-that-matter-home-decor-and-it's-packaging-loves-to-sport-the-combover manager man. "No, I do not want the stupid gigantic box for my beautiful, skinny, rustic, not-at-all-sparse, pre-lighted christmas tree... STOP ASKING! And I dont care if you can go get one from the back!"
Today I purchased a very elegant partridge tree topper which I hunted down at the Baybrook Mega Marshalls after passing up two of them at the regular Fairmont Plaza Marshalls. The moment I saw that lonely partridge amongst the feet of many snowmen and nutcracker statues, I knew it was a sign from God. She must sit atop the branches of my glorious first Christmas tree.
I have also questioned cuteboyrandy's possibility of salvation and spiritual-leadershipness... and I figure... they play christian music all the time at Hobby Lobby... must be why he works there?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment