You're A Mean One, Mr. Grinch

We were at this social gathering and there was this man who went to get his spouse a drink.  Now, pouring and offering someone a drink is one of the most basic acts of service and I know I really appreciate it when it happens for me.  He poured her drink and even wrote her name on the red, Solo party cup....then presented it to her.  How sweet!  Right?!  So, as she was meandering around the gathering, talking to people, and sipping on her cup o' cheer given to her by her sweet husband...she thought it ODD....that people kept saying, "Ginch" and laughing as she walked by.  Finally, after it happened a few times she realized her husband had written her name on the side of the cup he presented to her and GRINCH on the opposite side that would be facing all the rest of the people at the party!

So, I have been thinking....if I were said woman....how would I respond to this?  Give him the slap, slap, slappiest season of all?  :)

Every year, Brad and I argue....err, DEBATE (you can have a good ole, healthy debate, right?) about decorating outdoors for Christmas.  He never wants to put the effort into it, so there has only been one year that we have had any lights on our house....and that was a joke because he only put two tiny strands up in a straight line that didn't even cover any section of our "Christmas eaves" :) (so it just looked unfinished the whole time) but he felt a lot of satisfaction in telling me he had put some Christmas lights up...and he would laugh every time I rolled my eyes and sighed at it when we pulled in the driveway :P  I approached the subject again this year to NO AVAIL!  AND, I almost decided to GIVE UP asking him if we can decorate EVER AGAIN until I found this perfect compromise....well, it's not exactly "perfect", but at least it has a trace of cheer.