The Laundry Pit

I was doing a bit of clean-up in the kitchen and walked from the kitchen to the door going to the garage.

I had to push Lucius OUT of the house, and push Bushido back IN to the house- which slowed me down a little bit and it's probably why I noticed the calendar near the door:


My husband has apparently decided to:

1. Vault us into December earlier than planned.
2. Freak me out that I haven't started my Xmas shopping yet and don't plan to for another couple weeks.
3. Not-so-subtly hint his birthday is approaching (you got the vintage shoes with the glow-in-the-dark laces, baby. I done took care of your birthday, champ.) and neglect quite a few candles that would overtake the block allocated to the 7th...
4. Indicate he has no faith in the knee surgeon that will be working on Dad's knee on the 14th....as apparently the knee replacement will be conducted with Dad exposing his knee to a standard wood saw. I didn't see an IV or any indications of anesthetic....so.....
5. He's expecting a slightly lopsided christmas tree, apparently of the pine variety, but without the usual drooping and willow-like branches that I prefer in a tree.

I noted he missed:
1. The children are out of school for a good portion of this month.
2. We're in California for a while
3. His days off from work for the holiday

I guess....from his perspective he got the important stuff: 

• He gets cake on his birthday and gets to lie about his age.
• His dad gets to test his pain tolerance without anesthesia
• We're getting a tree this year whether I like it or not.

Gotta love the male prioritization system.