The Boy, in preparation for his annual Christmas party, spend the majority of the week decorating the apartment, including setting up the tree. My last year in Ashland, I bought him and I little snowmen ornaments with our names on them, and every year, they get hung in the tree. While he was unpacking the ornaments, he called me.
“Oh dammit, now I’m going to have to open an entire box of ornament hooks.”
“Why?”
“Because, I took our snowmen out, and only yours still has its hook. …My snowman was irresponsible.”
