My coworker lent me one of her trees! I should have taken the small pink one. Sheesh. I forgot what these things are like to put together. Or rather, I forgot that I never had to participate in actually putting the tree together. I just put ornaments on it. This was such an ordeal that if it hadn't already involved hauling the box up the stairs, I might have given up on it. I put the middle section on the bottom first, and marveled at how wide it was. Imagine my consternation when I realized that wasn't the bottom. That's when I called Tracy and Mom in a panic. They both immediately knew exactly where the tree had to go, and made some helpful suggestions about how to decorate it. Only SOME helpful suggestions, because somebody's been watching too much Martha Stewart. But the tree is up, pre-lit, and post-decorated. It's resting on furniture sliders because I had to drag it across the living room and I was afraid I'd set the carpet on fire. That sucker is heavy. The sliders come in handy when I need to close the blinds, so I'm leaving them there. Tracy wins Christmas for her tree skirt this year- mine will not be nearly as clever. When she posts a picture of what she's doing, I'll post it here so you can see.
Why does the urge to write so often strike late at night when I'm supposed to be getting ready for my real job? Shouldn't this be my real job?
I'm glad I got a tree. I'm glad I was able to borrow one, I'm glad my friend has a Christmas tree addiction, and I'm glad she was willing to haul one into work for me. I'm also glad it fit in my car, because I thought my back seats folded down to make a hole into the trunk and found out that they either don't or I have forgotten how. I'm also glad her fiancé remembered that the green one was 9 feet tall before she brought it in. This tree is the perfect height, and it is lovely.
I did only have eight ornaments, but then I found the box that Chris brought me. I have a good start there. I also have a ton of icicles all over the tree, not that you can tell. I didn't want to buy any Christmas stuff, but I may have to hit the dollar store to find something ridiculous to put on top.
Oh- and Dad will be here right after Christmas. Perfect time to sit and admire the tree for a couple days before he gets to help me dismantle it, pack it back into the box, and get it into my car.
I'm suffering from face-splitting yawns and Solo is trying to sleep with her face in my hand
so I need to go take the dogs out and get to bed. Goodnight!
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