Dear Laney,
Anyone who's been reading this blog since last year's holiday season knows that putting up and decorating a Christmas tree is not our strong suit.
Last Sunday, full of optimism and Honey Nut Cheerios, you and your dad set out to find and cut down the perfect tree.
Your dad came home with the top 6 feet of a tree that looked a little like this:
He dragged it to the back porch, where Gus peed on it, then he brought it in the house, where we had a creative meeting (Mom: Just where the hell do you expect me to put the ornaments?) and decided that Tree #1 simply wouldn't do. Moments like this are why I never begrudge your dad the big case of beer at Costco. So, your dad dragged it right back out, and you guys went on the hunt for Tree #2.
Tree #2 looks great, but it's been sitting in our living room for five days, undecorated. It's been a busy week. Gus likes to come in the house and drink all the water from the tree stand. I'm thinking we might set a new record with this one, and kill it before it's even decorated.
We have made time to decorate you, though, which you seem to think is just as much fun.
Love,
Mom
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