I'm so glad we decided to go out Friday to get the Christmas tree.
It's kind of a little game around here: Jeff makes grumbling and complaining noises whilst cutting and hauling and dragging and strapping and bringing into the house, and I clean up and oversee decorating (and do the high spots the girsl can't reach) and monitor the near-constant watering and tending through the month, and thank him sincerely for putting up with his wife who grew up on a constant diet of yearly-cut-trees. (Who is the one who clips the coupon for our favorite farm? Yes, him, of course. It's a game I tell you!)
Friday felt much too early, just after Thanksgiving, but with a non-stop December and a nice long weekend handy, it was lovely to go.
(p.s. Despite that look on Kaatje's face, we came home with only the dog we brought, even though I suppose $400 for Golden Retrievers is a great price. "I just need to see the puppies once more before we go!" Oooh you 6-week-old puppies, it's a good thing you're cute... I just remember too well the chewed-up walls and wintertime housebreaking!)
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