Today, The Guy and I were talking about Christmas decorations. He isn't much for Christmas. Working in the retail industry does that to a person. Except for Lyn, who we all know is demented.
I was talking about the fake Christmas tree in the restaurant where we were eating and how it was a travesty to all things Christmas. The Guy mentioned how it is the only thing he would be able to have as he is allergic to real Christmas trees.
My jaw hit the table. All my dreams of having a family Christmas tree and laying on the floor under the branches to smell the tree were dashed. He looked at me with surprised.
You should see your face right now. It's like I told you there's no Santa.
There's no Santa? Great, now he's ruined TWO things for me.