Truth Is: Twinkle lights hate me. I was trying to string some over the mantle last night and they kept falling off. We're talking Groundhog Day stuff here. Finally did conquer them. *no twinkle lights were harmed in the process*
Truth Is: I'm convinced there are certain people in this world who thrive on drama. Give them a peaceful, stress-free life and they'll be in hell until they can stir up some drama.
Truth Is: I have all my wrapping done...BEFORE Christmas Eve. Just kiss me under the mistletoe and call me Snowy Elf because this is quite an accomplishment for me.
Truth Is: Mom is always saying, "When you bring a hairy leg around..." Yep. Hairy Leg = her way of describing boyfriends. Please, future Man, don't be offended. Have I mentioned we're a family of characters?
Truth Is: Um, finally told Dad about the broken hose-thing. He had to try really hard to keep from laughing.
Dad: "Why wouldn't you tell me?"
Me: "Well, after the broken train with oozing battery gunk and the ridiculously loud buzzing broken ornament, I didn't think you'd be too thrilled at a broken vacuum-hose-thing."
Dad, unable to hide the smirk: "Where are the pieces?"
Me: "Follow me. They're just there." I picked them up and coyly held one piece in each hand.
Dad, now fully grinning: "It's fixable. Not a problem. Now, watch here, so you know how to fix it the next time you break it."
Ugh. He knows me so well.
Dad, fixing the hose thing: "It's easy. All you do is screw it in."
Ah. Well. Therein lies the problem. The last thing I would have thought to do was screw it.
I didn't say this out loud.
