After last year’s fiasco with the tree refusing to light, and my husband swearing followed by my swearing and then the both of us swearing at each other, it had finally become time to take out the Christmas tree. Only this would not be as simple as one might think. It’s a large tree that might scare the willies off your average passer by walking down the street. Still, we could no longer take the threats and the abuse, no matter how many blood sacrifices were donated to the Gods as an offering to save us from hell. It was time to hire the best to eliminate it.
Cigarettes: 4 (all consumed while standing on street corner waiting for hit man).
Caffeine Units: Loads.
Weight: 200 some odd pounds of pokey branches, spindly weirdness and dangerous electrical wires.
Last night, purchased new Christmas tree with s.o. Went to big box department store and enjoyed having time to look at ornaments and other tree trimmings while husband went to sign paper work for tree.… [Read More] “Death of a Christmas Tree”