Roommate, Me Gusto, and I reserved tonight for holiday tree trimming. It sounded tame, but I’m used to hauling out my box full of artificial tree limbs and assembling them according to directions for a realistic looking tree. Roommate does not go in for this, so we hopped in the car and headed for the market. I thought Roomy was joking when she asked what I thought of the largest tree on the lot that looked lush, so I said “good.” Oops! After some hauling and rope tying, the tree made it home. We spent the next 30 minutes sawing an inch off the thick truck with a saw that looked to come from a child’s play set. Then there was the tree stand juggle, with my cautious opinions of “maybe it’s not straight OR maybe the trunk is just crooked. You’re doing a great job!” Trimming became competitive as Gusto tried to fit as many ornaments as possible on the tree while Roomy tried to pack them back up quickly for fear of over-doing it. I chimed in that Christmas trees are no place for restraint.
I hope your decorating is going just as well. Cheers!
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