Which brings me to today. I'm still recovering from this stupid cold (you know, the ones that NEVER. GO. AWAY.) and Ammon had taken today off as well as part of his long weekend. So he takes The Girl to school for me and runs out to do a few errands, When he finally got home, he goes into the living room and starts taking all the ornaments and garlands down, saying he needed to move the tree.
"Where are we going to move it?" I asked. I am not on the quick uptake here, thanks to Mr. Stupid Cold.
He just looks at me and waits. Lightbulb in 3...2...1...
Then it clicks. "Oh, did you get a new tree?" (I'm thinking, yay, a nicer fake one! I can do that!)
I then looked out the window and what did I see...
A REAL tree tied to the top of the car!
Yes, my inner child squealed with joy.
I didn't waste any time getting the tree stand (that I got for 90% off last year, thank you) and everything else ready while he prepped the tree.
And oh, that smell. I haven't smelled that smell since our first Christmas when we bought a tiny tree and shoved it into the back of the Geo Metro. There is no candle, no scentsy, no air freshener that can duplicate the smell of a Christmas tree.
But of course, Audrey said in her typical manner, "What's that smell? I don't think I like it."
(You will LIKE it if you know what's good for you!)
I think we had it redecorated in less than a hour.
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