I lost that bet. And I lost this one.
My winning would be that hubby would allow me to put up all my Christmas decorations. That means they would have been up the first week of November.
You must understand, this is an event that hubby strongly dislikes. And this is not a strong dislike in the same way as my father who strongly dislikes seeing anything Christmas before Thanksgiving.
This is a strong dislike in the sense that hubby cannot stand the whole concept of decorating for Christmas at all.
I know, he's a murderer of Christmas cheer.
Despite this, my spirits are never dampened. Because as much as hubby strongly dislikes Christmas decorating, he also strongly dislikes disappointing me.
So, last Sunday he told me I could put up the tree.
There was much laughter and rejoicing as Jonathan and I blasted the Rat Pack's Christmas album while sorting and assembling tree branches.
We bought a timer for our tree a few years ago when we went to Las Vegas the day after Christmas. (You know, so that all the thieves would be fooled into thinking that even though our car wasn't outside, we had to be home because our Christmas tree was on).
We never used it again, but I decided this year we were going to. Hubby set it so that when I come downstairs in the morning it will be on to greet me, then go off while I'm at work, and back on minutes before I come home.
I think I love him a lot.