Fried Rice: Starting the new year naked
“Naked,” Husband-Head said to me simply, not indicating whether it was an order or a suggestion.
“Here?” I asked, rather surprised. “In the middle of the living room? What if someone comes over?”
Husband-head just laughed.
“Not you, the house,” he corrected. “The house looks rather naked without all the Christmas stuff up.”
He was right.
I love Christmas and we typically put up the tree, turn on the holiday music and start decorating immediately after Thanksgiving. Needless to say, by the time Christmas actually rolls around, we’re rather sick of it all and we tear it down as soon as its over.
“I don’t think I could have taken one more Christmas carol,” husband-head admitted as we packed up the last of the decorations.
“Me either,” I agreed. “Or listening to you making fun of Frosty thumpity-thumping…”
“Look at Frosty go!” husband-head sang with a smirk.
Still, the house does look kind of bare without all the festive lights, ornaments and candles.
When we finished de-Christmasing and the house was of devoid of any signs that a holiday had ever taken place, it was time to look toward the new year.
With Christmas over, we needed to plan for New Year’s Eve.
“Do you want to go out and party or just have a quiet night at home and watch the countdown on TV?” I asked Husband-Head.
Apparently, this was a no-brainer.
“We haven’t seen the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve for years,” he pointed out. “It’s all we can do to stay awake until 10 p.m. to watch the ball drop in New York.”
Which was true.
But when it came to making resolutions, I wasn’t really sure I even wanted to do any this year.
“I’m tired of making resolutions and then feeling like crap when I don’t keep them,” I admitted to Husband-Head. “What do you think?”
Husband-Head looked pensive for a moment.
“Yeah, you always say you’ll stop shopping online and you never do it,” he pointed out. “And I don’t think you’d go to an online shoppers support group, so that’s pretty much out of the question.
OK…but what about you?
“Don’t even try to do the Mountain Dew resolution again,” I warned. “That one never works. Neither does the Bud Light one. How about something like resolving to pick up your dirty clothes off the floor? Or stop watching seven episodes of ‘American Pickers’ right in a row?”
We both looked at each other and tried not to laugh at resolutions there was no way we were going to keep.
“Or we could forget our separate resolutions and just do one together,” he said with a gleam in his eye.
I wasn’t sure what he had in mind.
“Naked,” he said simply.
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