I am sitting in my living room looking at a Christmas tree. Not on TV, on the living room floor.

I am not quite sure what to think about that because I ALWAYS make fun of “that guy” who puts up their Christmas stuff before Thanksgiving.

Now, apparantly, I am that guy. Or, maybe, I am the guy that is married to that girl.

But, it’s all good. For the first time since we have been married, we do not have to travel several hundred miles for every holiday. So, for this year (and this year only), I can handle being “that guy”.