Decorating has commenced. The tree is down from the attic and put together. While standing on the ladder to the attic trying to decide which bag (or bags) had all the bits to the “big” tree this happened:
Me: Do you remember which bag has the big tree in it?
Hubby: You know what would be nice?
Hubby: Going to the store and buying another tree instead of wrestling one of those down.
The scary thing about this is that I was thinking something along those lines before he said it. The even scarier thing – we did this one year. We bought a really skinny, super cheap tree that was about three feet tall rather than wrestle the larger tree down from the attic. Problem? Solved.
Right now my arms itch from fluffing the limbs, the top of the tree is listing because I had to use tape to get the top and bottom piece to stay together, and the middle section of lights is out (it’s a pre-lighted tree). I have no idea how a tree can break itself in the attic. I blame the ancient aliens.
See you all tomorrow!