"Shane, move it a little to the left," Mitchie said, instrauting her husband where the perfect spot for the inflateable Santa would be.
"Your left or my?" he asked.
"Honey, it's the same way,"
"Right,"
Shane grabbed hold of the holiday decoration and slowly moved it.
"More....more....a little bit back...there, perfect," Mitchie said.
"That's where it started," Shane complained.
"Come on, we have more things to work on,"
"What do you mean 'we', you haven't lifted a finger since we, I mean ME, started,"
Mitchie rolled her eyes, unboxing christmas lights.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Shane said.
"What?"
"What's with the lights?" Shane asked.
"What about them?" Mitchie said, glanicing at the lights in her hands.
"They are so plain, they're just white, they don't even blink," Shane said holding up the box.
"So, they are classy," Mitchie fought back.
"No Mitch, they aren't," Shane retaliated.
"Then what is," she asked.
"These," Shane said, taking a box out of one of the many plastic bags littering the front lawn.
"Shane, these are childish,"
"Nuh uh, just because they are colorful and blink doesn't mean they are childish,"
"Well I don't like them," Mitchie said crossing her arms.
"Look Mitch, I am the one that has to climb the ladder, I think I should get to pick, you didn't let me put the inflateable that I wanted,"
"Shane, you wanted to put Elvis on our lawn,"
"He is my idol,"
"Hate to brake it to you, Shane, but I don't want your idol on the lawn,"
"Come on Mitch, you got to decide the decorations for the tree, and the outside of the house, when do I get to decide something?" Shane asked, getting a tad frustrated.
"You can decide what cookies we bake," Mitchie offered.
"Oh come on!"
"You can put the sprinkles," Mitchie added.
"Sold,"
Just another random oneshot that came out of nowhere. Hope you like it. Review.
Merry Christmas. and a Happy New Year.