This week I did a segment on blogtalkradio’s Down and Dirty with Frank Fontana. Because, as a person who has a hard time changing the ink cartridge on her printer, it is entirely logical that I be on a D.I.Y./home repair/construction guy show.
But they do a segment on D.I.Y. Disasters and had seen my recent blog post about the Great Christmas Tree Disaster of 2005.
It was a lot of fun. We touched on hockey, how Canadians leave their front doors unlocked, and Christmas tree stabilization strategies. It went like this.
Never mind that for the first part I kept saying the height of the Christmas tree wrong (ceiling is 17 feet, the tree was 12 feet). But as my husband listened to the show afterwards, he made a rather important point.
“That’s not what happened,” he said.
“What?!” I bleated.
“The Christmas tree didn’t fall in the night. When we got up that morning, it was still standing. But it was leaning precariously.”
“Huh?” I said.
“So I got in there and pulled it up straight again,” he said. ”And we stood back to admire it. You don’t remember this?”
“No!” I said.
“Then as we stood there…that’s when the tree fell,” he said. ”It started to slowly lean again, and then it smashed down right before our eyes. It was like watching a tree fall in the forest. Shattered ornaments flew everywhere. You were screaming. You seriously don’t remember!?”
“No,” I repeated. I must have blocked out the horror. It must have been a pregnancy self-protection thing. Ok, hang on. Maybe it’s coming back a bit now.
“And I came home from work early because you were freaking out about it, ” he said. “I wanted to get it fixed and tidied up before you got home, to show you it wasn’t a big deal. Even though it was a big deal.”
Wow, that’s a way better story. Too bad I didn’t tell that version. Actually too bad Bryan didn’t tell it.
But chances are I’ll tell the story again. Kids, did we ever tell you about the Great Christmas Tree Disaster of 2005? Yeah, only a hundred times, Mom. Next time I’ll try to get it right.