Staycation

M has been really busy lately. Which is understandable because he's been staying up till all hours of the night writing his end of term paper,  studying for finals and still working long hours. Therefore, He's been absolutely useless around the house and hasn't had any time for his gracious and loving wife, C.

Therefore, to make it up to her, he instituted a "staycation". M and his bride were going to spend the whole weekend together, with no interruptions, free from responsibilities and worries. They were going to sleep in and eat out. They were going to catch up on TV shows and, perhaps, take a walk on the beach. And by staying in their new home, they'd save money, too.

Sounds lovely, eh?

Well, I'm gonna go ahead and save you the suspense. That's not what happened. Not even close.

The weekend started out on the right foot: sushi. They ate their little hearts out and then decided to take a romantic dip in the hot tub. C sinks herself right in, as M follows after. The thing about M, though, is that his Iphone is in his pocket. Really, M? And that bad boy is beyond repair. All the rice paddies in the world couldn't save that phone.

Strike one.

So, instead of having a relaxing Saturday morning, the Feher's spend all day at the mall getting M a new phone, along with every other idiot holiday shopper a week before Christmas. That sounds like the worst idea in the world to me.

Strike two.

 After staying up late watching two seasons of Entourage (I guess they did cross that off the list), Sunday rolled around with the promise of redemption for the "staycation" they'd been dreaming of. That didn't last long.

 Around noon, C asks M to water the christmas tree, which is the catalyst that launches one of the weirdest, but not surprising, Feher debacles. Needless to say, he poured in way too much, and as the ensuing flood spilled to the ground, chaos erupted. M and C start yelling about saving the new hard wood floors, as C dashes into the hallway for towels. But, as the tree is situated upon a blanket and piece of ply wood, moving everything to dry up the water is quite the daunting task. M's trying to hold the tree as C kneels underneath with towels. M disappears into the kitchen for a  moment as the tree completely topples over. C is yelling at M and M is yelling at C. This dilemma obviously needs a different approach.

So, furiously, they start removing each and every ornament so that they can unfasten the tree completely from the stand. Once that task has been accomplished, M holds the tree up while C is still crouched on the floor drying up moisture as fast as she can. Then the calamity gets worse. C starts screaming. She's screaming and hopping around like a crazy person. Meanwhile, M is holding the tree unable to give any sort of aid. Then the words become audible, " I've got a motherf*&#ing tree in my eye! A motherf*%$ing tree!"

Strike three.

Good grief, Fehers. Get yourselves together.