Hello, My name is Beth, but you may as well call me Ellen...Ellen Griswold. My husband Sean will respond to Clark. We are a modern day Clark and Ellen Griswold!
No, we don't tie dead family members to the roof of our roadster (we have a mini van, still no dead relatives), and we don't drive cross country with our kids to go to a theme park (Sandusky, OH isn't that far away), no we are more the Christmas vacation kind of Griswolds. We have tree issues and rants that need tylenol for resolution, and exterior illumination is dangerous and expensive. Sean has been hesistant for years to admit the similairies, but tonight, tonight he came to see the light (giggle).
Last year we had a tree that was too tall. As we stood back staring at the tree, I slowly leaned over and said "Clark, do you think there's enough room for the angel on top?", Sean did not see the humor. While driving back from a trip to MI, Sean had some serious road rage issues, I said "Alright Clark, what are you going to do next? Drive us under a truck?!", this time the humor was not lost. At Thanksgiving we had a turkey in opposite Griswold fashion, looked beautiful outside, but was frozen inside. Before the first guests arrived, Sean said he was cancelling Christmas and all holidays next year if the kids didn't learn to get out of the kitchen (immediatley followed by 4 motrins).
Now, if the previous tales haven't told you how much we seem to follow the calamity of the Griswolds, then tonights story ought to bring you around.
Tonight, I finally got to help set up the outside Christmas lights with Clark...I mean Sean! We had everything up, lights lining the porch, small decorated trees and candy canes. Sean asked me to come out and help him hang the $5 wreath that we bought at a garage sale this summer. We're talking a wreath that you hang on the house, ginormous, green, beautiful wreath. Anyway! I go out to to help him, and he has his ladder on the porch ready to climb. As I walk out onto the grass, I hear a loud woosh and I look and see Clark, I mean Sean, sitting on the porch bench, holding onto the ladder. I stop for a moment to ask if he is ok. He responds, "yeah, just having a seat", and he says it with a cheeky grin on his face. Then I get it, the light bulb is on! He seriously had just slid down his ladder and fell backwards!!!!! Granted he did not slide as nearly as far as Clark Griswold did, but I swear to you it did not make it any less funny to see. He had forgotten to lock the extension part of it after we decided the roof was to dangerous to climb on and hang the wreath at the peak. Oh my gosh, I wish I had it on video, so freaking hilarious. I think I have to sleep on the couch tonight for the amount of laughing I did and the amount of "I hate you right now" that I heard as he climbed back up and tied the wreath down while blushing and trying not to giggle.
Just call me Ellen.
PS. This year we have a fake tree. Didn't want to press our luck with having three straight years without a squirrel infestation.
