Then we had kids. As they got older, they started caring about the top of the tree. They thought the whole angel/star fight was stupid and told us to settle things once and for all. To up the ante, they put a Wisconsin cheese hat on top of the tree to shame us.
It's been up there four years in a row.
Since Rick is a Green Bay Packer fan, he likes the cheese hat. Plus, I'm a Chicago Bears fan, so he likes the "in your face" aspect of the hat's significance. So it's been up to me to find something to top the tree. And I did. Really, I did.
First, I looked at angels. That's right. I was the bigger person by checking out what he wanted. This gesture of compromise, though unfulfilled, better be reflected in the presents I get this year. But here's the thing. The angels SUCKED. Or maybe it's just me. I'm going to let you be the judge of that. Below are five angels and, unless it's just me, they've got major attitude problems.
Like this first angel. I can tell she has no interest sitting at the top of our tree. I get enough "whatever" attitude from my kids.