o, christmas tree
I bought a Christmas tree from Home Depot yesterday. The selection wasn’t great and to make matters worse, I had to go alone because Bethany was watching one of our friend’s kid and she also had the boys. When it comes to Christmas trees, my wife is the most picky person I know, so I was under tremendous pressure to get a decent tree. Then, to top it off, I had to deal with two under motivated and incompetent high schoolers working in the Lawn and Garden section. (Could you act less interested in your customer?)
I finally picked the tallest tree I could find. Most of the trees were about six feet tall, but the one I got was almost nine feet tall (I thought it was more like eight). Anyway, I cut about a foot off the bottom and put it in the stand last night.
With the weather and a change of our plans for the day, we decided to decorate it. I put on way too many lights for the poor tree, and Bethany and Parker did an excellent job with the ornaments.
The quote of the day was from Bethany as she explained to Parker the “importance” of his job.
“Parker, I have a very important job for you. Do you think you can do it?”
“Yes, mommy, I’m a big boy!”
“You have a very, very important job today.”
“What is it?”
“You get to decorate the back of the tree. It’s so important because it’s the part of the tree that everyone will see from outside of the window.”
Nice, Bethany. Nice.