It's Beginning to Look . . .

A couple weeks ago, Soccer Son came over to climb up a ladder to the garage rafters and hand boxes of Christmas decorations down to Hubby.  There are a lot of boxes stored up there, and in any given year, I may only use about half of the decorations, because I like to change things up and cycle things in and out.  And although I may have a few vague ideas in mind before I get started, I don't truly know what I'll use and what I won't until I'm well into decorating.

On this particular day, I stepped out to the garage to greet Soccer Son shortly after he arrived, and Hubby asked, "Is there anything you don't need us to get down for you?"

I thought for a minute, but as usual, I had no idea.  Being the smart Alec that I am--and because Hubby really SHOULD know my decorating methods by now--I replied, "Yeah, you can leave the ugly stuff up there."

Soccer Son leaned back against the washing machine, crossed his arms, and said, "My work here is done then."