It’s Epiphany. For Christians of various sects, this means different things. For me, it means I take down my holiday decorations and sing to my husband, “Christmas is over, Christmas is over, it’sa gonna be gone soon…” to the tune of “Christmas is Coming”. He likes that song.
The Mister was ready for it. He asked me earlier this week, “Is it Epitome or whatever soon?” Epitome. *snort*
He hauled all the boxes out to the garage and we cleaned up all the glitter and needles and we sighed the nice sigh.
That’s why we were so chill yesterday, cause today was the take-down event. I’m making two meals today, so we can reheat later this week. Less cooking for moi, merci.
Also, The Mister went to the Redbox, where he got a movie that I would not enjoy and then he said, “Oh, and I got this movie with Keira Knightley, Colette?”
My eyes almost fell out of my head. Then he began to tell me what it was about and I let him, cause he dunno what I know. I merely nodded along happily.
“I would very much like to see that movie!”
And so, the marital bliss continues.