|The stockings were hung|
'cross the doorway with care....
Part of what I finished was getting all of our Christmas stockings hung up and ready to go. Since we don't have a fireplace, I have to improvise. In our old house, I hung them down the staircase, but in this house I just go across the doorway between the front rooms instead. It works, and they're up high enough that the kids can't mess around with them without climbing - and for the most part they know better than to do that.
Anyway, I decided that since it appears that The Dude is going to be a permanent fixture - he needed a stocking too.
How's that for cementing a relationship? No marriage, nothing official or on paper or anything like that, but a homemade Christmas stocking instead....
I told him that this means that I have to keep him - because I don't go through all of that work for just anyone.
Hey, it's a step, right?
|Not sure if he's more proud of the stocking|
or his silly football team.