this is what happens when...

When its 9:30pm and you're tired.  There's a Saint's game on, but you're missing it because your wife insists on putting up the Christmas decorations tonight.  Home Depot has the bungee cords you need so that you can strap the tree to the roof of your car, but does not have a viable Christmas tree.  So you make your purchase and drive to another store to purchase the tree.  The tree place is closed for the night.  Your wife's throat lumps and she is about to cry.  The store workers have compassion upon her and allow you to purchase a Christmas tree, but you must act quickly.  You hastily pick a tree and while she is paying, you strap it, with your newly bought bungee cords, to the roof of your car.  Its going on 10pm.  Your kids need to get to bed.  You want to see how the Saint's game turned out (though you know they stomped the Patriots. Who Dat!) Your wife is thirsty, tired, and wants to start decorating the tree.  She pulls out of the HEB store parking lot a little too quickly.  And there, on Texas state Highway 281 your tree shoots off of the top of your car like a launched missile.  You scream explicatives and slap the dash as you watch cars dart around your newly purchased symbol of the Christmas season.  Your wife pulls over and you run out onto the 6 laned highway and rescue and recover the Christmas tree.  Your wife is on the roof of the car unlatching the worthless bungee cords.  However, you are not moving.  You are thinking.  She wonders why you are not moving.  She is cold and wants to get home.  You inform her you are contemplating the method of transport for the tree.  The decision that will allow you to get home to your Saint's game and warm bed? Shove the Christmas tree inside of the car.  Sit ontop of your children in the back seat of the car.  And then have your wife drive carefully home.  But not before stopping at Sonic to reward your hard work, perseverance, and cleverness.