Big Al’s Blog: Surprise…

I think she told me she likes surprises…either she said she likes them or she said she really DOESN’T like them. It was definitely one or the other. Hopefully she does because she will have one when she gets home from work this morning. I did my own version of breaking and entering I guess. Since The Doctor is working 12 -13 hours a day this month, and she is a girl that LOVES Christmas, I went to the Christmas tree place and picked out a huge 9 foot tree. (She lives in a loft style apartment with a 10-foot ceiling.) I was thinking about height more than I was thinking about width. Some might say that this tree is a little too big for her apartment. I prefer to say that her apartment is too small for this tree! Anyway, we had been talking about going Christmas tree shopping soon. But in true Big Al fashion, I called an audible. (For the girls, that means I changed the play.) I’m really hoping that this isn’t something that will take the Christmas out of Christmas for her. Christmas tree shopping is probably a lot of fun for a girl that really likes Christmas, huh? Don’t you hate it when you are second guessing yourself? Especially when it’s something that you intended to be a nice thing for someone else. I really don’t know how this is going to go over. Oh well, its done now. When I knew she was already gone to work, I went to her apartment and delivered the Big Ass tree. I also got her some stuff for decorating her apartment. 6 or 7 poinsettia plants, 25 feet of garland and a small little wooden reindeer. Man, NOW, I’m really wondering if she said she LIKES surprises or she DOESN’T like surprises. And even though I’ve had a key to her apartment, I’ve never used it…. Oh boy, this is dicey! Oh well, its too late now anyway. At least her apartment will smell like Christmas. Man, I hope her dog doesn’t pee all over the tree or the plants.

I’m really second guessing myself right now. I wonder if I have time to go get the tree and take it back before she gets home at 7 this morning. Probably not. Oh well, SURPRISE Honey!

And now, lets sing:

Oh Christmas tree

I hope she likes surprises.

Oh Christmas tree

Or is that something she despises.

I picked her out — a big ass tree

Her floor is now covered with little nee——-dles.

Oh Christmas tree

I probably should have swept those up.

That’s the end of my song!