Greetings, my fellow port swillers!
There has been an usual amount of lobbying this year among teh Gels to decorate the exterior of Port Swiller Manor with lights and whatnot apropos of the Season (which, this year, seems to have started a couple days after July the 4th)
Fact of the matter is that, as I explained to them yet again, Ol’ Robbo doesn’t do exterior lights or other fancies. As far as he’s concerned, when the purple Advent ribbons are switched out on the front door wreaths for the red Christmas ones on Christmas Eve, his outward celebratory sign work is done.
This did not go over well. Indeed, there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth.
To which I replied, “Look, when you are all grown up and have your own homes, you can decorate it for the holidays (or for any other reason) however you wish. Until then? Shut it.”
Hey, that’s me – Mr. Sensitivity.
Mrs. Robbo wants to string up some lights around the back porch ceiling this year. As to that, I’m less inclined to kick, largely because – even though we plan to host one or more holiday shindigs this year, I doubt fairly seriously whether anyone is going to want to venture out there, what with ManBearPig bringing the freeze and all.