No?
Just me then?
Back to the subject at hand which happens to be the roof. If you've been hangin' round these parts for over a year, you know that hubs likes to decorate our roof in an unconventional sort of way.
With words.
Spelled with lights.
The first year, it was this:
which lead our neighbors to wonder if we were in some sort of cult.
We're not. This is pure shenaniganisms. Yes that's a word.
Last year, the roof attracted so much attention, our house appeared on two popular websites and friends of ours that frequent those websites called and texted to let us know our rooftop had reached celebrity status. Last year's roof looked like this:
Again, I assure you there is no hidden meaning behind this. We love Christmas. The halls are decked, the carols are blaring from the stereo, and there's peppermint creamer in the fridge. This is hubs at his finest. Well, he's pretty darn fine in a tux, but you know what I mean.
Moving on.
This year, hubs masterpiece is sportin' a hashtag.
Because he's modern and whatnot.
Oliver's first observation was this:
"That's not how you spell it."
Well no, it's not.
"Then why is it like that?"
Your daddy is being silly.
"Oh. Ok."
Do you have any idea how many times I've had to say, "Your daddy is just being silly"? If I had a nickel for each time, I could buy like a thousand pumpkin spice lattes, mmkay?
So, in conclusion, the writing is once again on the roof.
It's pure shenanigans.
There is no cult.
I like pumpkin spice lattes.
p.s. If you'd like to take a gander at the INSIDE decor from last year, click HERE. The decor from this year so far is laughable at best. I'm a bit behind, not to be confused with I HAVE a big behind.
