After several weeks of having my wrapping paper station double as a Christmas tree, and multiple comments about not having a ‘traditional’ Christmas tree, I decided to go green and make a tree out of whatever I could find in my house.
The result was nothing less than amazing. I now have a lovely posterboard tree adorned with tissue paper ornaments (thank you for cutting them out Dr. BJ), crepe paper garland, flocked with hot glue and topped with a glittery, cardboard star, trimmed with rafia and wine corks (luckily I had enough). Passed The Sniff Test stopped by and offered to loan me a spotlight of sorts that I could shine on the tree. I respectfully declined, primarily because I have some fire concerns – I ‘flocked’ the hell out of this tree.
After admiring the tree, we sat down to eat and did what most people do at dinner, dish and diss. “I had a horrible headache yesterday and had to take a nap after shopping,” Dr. BJ informed us and then said, “I blame you.” He was facing me and could tell by the look on my face that I was confused. “I blame you for the headache,” he added. “Me? Why me?” I asked. “I don’t even get headaches. Wait a second, are you implying that I give you headaches?” Passed The Sniff Test decided to interject, “My mom has water on the brain. Maybe that’s your problem.” I was taken aback by all of this dissin’ and neither of them had an explanation as to why they felt I caused headaches or might have water on the brain.
I should probably be offended by these comments, but I am as good at tradissin’ as the next guy and I’ve no doubt the time will come when I’ll dish and diss and they won’t know if they should order another drink or pull out a package of diss you tissue. Doesn’t matter to me. I’m ready for it. I’m down with PLG, yeah, you know me.