We took down the beast
All right, I've had enough. The beast, er, the Christmas tree must come down. I woke up with writing on my mind, took Pal for a walk, (man it's hot for January) and came home ready to fritter away some time until I could get up the courage to write.
Tony and I started talking about going for some lunch, running some errands, and I tossed out, taking down the faux tree.
Then, we had a good idea. (Bling!) Just move the tree, ornaments and all into the guest bedroom, stick it in the corner and ta-da, we're practically set for next year.
Here we go.
I hold the top while Tony picks up the bottom part of the tree. We have to be careful or it will come apart. The tree is at a thirty degree angle as we inch our way across the living room.
Ornaments are falling all over the place.
We pass the couch and more ornaments crash to the carpet.
As we shove the tree down the hallway, ornaments litter the floor and we haven't even gotten to the narrow bedroom door.
"Abort mission. It's not working."
While I pack up ornaments, a chore I was somehow hoping to avoid, Tony mushed and smashed the tree into the tree bag - the thing is a beast - and lugged it down the hall to the bedroom.
There it sits in the corner, just like we planned. Only not so much.
posted by
Rachel Hauck @ 4:21 PM
Such a riot about the tree! I can so identify~!