My Best Idea Ever (or: Eric's Least Favorite of My Ideas)

Our division of labor in regards to post-Christmas clean-up is pretty simple.  I take down everything and all Eric has to do is put away the (already bare) Christmas tree.  In Mid-January he promised me that it would be down by January 31st. JANUARY 31st.  WTF, our tree is staying up until JANUARY 31st?  But, being the saint that I am, I decided to let it go.


This is our tree on February 1st:

It's sideways because I can't figure out how to rotate it within the blog (it's saved correctly on my computer).  But the important thing is that on FEBRUARY 1st THIS TREE WAS STILL STANDING IN MY DINING ROOM.  So I told Eric that I didn't realize that his way of "making the tree easy to put up next year" was to just leave it up year round.  But I thought his idea was brilliant, so I would just decorate it for Valentine's Day, then St. Patricks, then Easter, then Mother's Day, then Father's Day, and so on until it's finally Christmas again.  He laughed.  The next day was the Mardi Gras parade and he commented "Hey, we could hang all these beads on the tree and decorate it for Mardi Gras."  I was like "That's awesome!  Mardi Gras lasts longer than Valentine's Day!"  He said he was kidding and he would take the tree down.


This is our (sideways) tree on the morning of February 3rd:

Note that the tree is still in the exact same spot as when I warned him I planned to decorate the tree for every holiday.


This is Brooke on the afternoon of February 3rd:

She's sorting the Mardi Gras beads while I frantically string red lights on the tree.  Why was I frantically stringing lights on the tree?  So we could have it decorated before Eric got home from the grocery store.  The clear lights are still on it from Christmas, but the red lights are more festive (and will make dis-assembly more difficult).



This is our tree the evening of February 3rd:

Sideways again because, apparently, my blog hates the tree idea as much as Eric does.  Eric is being a trooper, mostly because he knows he brought this on himself.  The most ludicrous part of this debacle?  I was planning to take the ornaments off and have Eric put away the tree, as I think he's learned his lesson.  Then his mother came over and I explained why the tree is decorated again.  Not only was she not amused, she commented (with complete distaste for my masterpiece) that the tree still needs to come down.  Which is the exact moment that I decided to keep it up for the rest of the year.

What's the most ridiculous thing you've ever done to prove a point?