For two days I’ve been waiting patiently for Studly Doright to return home so he can put the angel on top of the Christmas tree. I briefly flirted with the idea of getting out the step ladder and doing it myself, but I’m a klutz and at my rather advanced age I don’t heal quickly anymore.
I left the angel on an end table in easy reach of Studly’s chair, so he’d quickly make the connection once he had an opportunity to shower and relax a bit over dinner, but so far he’s managed to ignore it. Finally I asked, “Will you put the angel on the tree?”
“I’m too tired.”
“But, it’s right there and you’re tall and the tree really needs its angel. It’ll take two seconds.”
“Maybe tomorrow.”
Now, that’s tired. maybe I should get that stepladder….

Peace, people.
I’m sure Gracie would love to do it for you. 😻
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well better than me, I haven’t even put the tree up!
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I resisted for as long as possible—it’d been 3 years…
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Lol….oh wow, that is a while. I thought I was bad
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Lol!
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I guess someone has to step up
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The cat volunteered.
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🙂
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Well, you could have always just stuck the angel on the top before you placed the top section on the tree, no ladder or tall person needed. There are times us shorties need to get really creative. I personally like a nice long pair of tongs to reach things on the upper shelves in the kitchen. Not sure they’d be viable for your angel, though.
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Aw! In hindsight that would’ve been perfect.
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It’s a beautiful tree. I believe you know how to motivate Studley.
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He’s finally gotten it done. One might’ve thought I’d asked him to build the angel with his own two haves.
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