We had a little argument going.
The Husband: Did you water the tree today?
K: (thinking he was talking about the key lime tree he planted in the back yard in 20 degree weather) Um, no.
No further discussion. Fast forward 3 weeks later.
K: Do you know when you watered the tree last?
D: I ASKED YOU to water the tree.
K: That’s not the question. The question is when did you water it last?
D: I ASKED YOU to water it. You’re home more than me.
K: Oh, so because I’m home all the time, I have time to water that tree. That tree is not my responsibility.
D: Who said it was my responsibility?
Kate: You guys are really fighting over whose responsibility it was to water the tree?
K: YES. And it wasn’t mine.
Kate: And the tree died as a result?
I then proceeded to cut all the branches off except the top 6 inches. I figured we could burn them in the fireplace and have the place smelling like Christmas for the next 3 weeks. My father showed up not much later.
Dad: (coming into the room) I like your tree, Kris, but it could be a little fuller.
Ha, ha, ha. I guess it’s gonna be a two tree Christmas. Damn it.