Saturday night at the parents house, we were being all domestic and stuff.
I made chili...
Mom made cornbread, and it was all delicious!
Jo and I were sitting in the living room just hanging out, I was feeling the glow of calories settling on my hips, when Jo got a BRILLIANT idea.
"Let's ask mom to put up one of her Christmas trees!"
"Oooooooo, great idea! But you know she won't go for it"
"Just ask her..."
"Allright, I'll ask"
"WE WANT TO PUT UP ONE OF YOUR TREEEEEES"
"No. I am not putting up one of my trees tonight."
(Level headed Jo interjects) "Just let us do it. It's in the barn, right? We can just go get it, and set it up, no ornaments. And Dad doesn't have to know about it or do it!"
And thus began a covert operation.
Because all things that have to do with my dads barn, must be on the DOWN LOW. How shall I put this? My dad is what one might call
So it had to be a surprise.
OPERATION SNEAK A TREE BEGAN.
Sneaking down in the dark...
Breaking and entering.
I guess using a key isn't really breaking in, is it? But we felt like it.
Finally success, and then jubilation.
Hauling a tree in the dark is probably the closest we will ever get to criminal behavior.
But we felt pretty tough.
And most important successful in our mission.