We got our tree yesterday.. He's full and beautiful and smells like nature and sparkly and shiny. As I mentioned last year, we choose an ornament each year. When we were in London we got our ornaments at Harrods and The Husband kept the tag on his. He's such a closet snob. I have trained him well.
I feel that everyone loves their own tree the best and I pity the fool who makes disparaging remarks about another person's tree. It's like pointing out a flaw on someone's kid. Ya just don't do it. People are proud of their evergreen and if they choose to decorate with beer coasters, well that's just fine. I'm a little protective over my bush. Hey-O.
Today I have to pick up paint for the spawn's room. I bought it on Tuesday and apparently the only person from a staff of 8 people who knows how to mix the damn paint was on a lunch break. And what the heck? Is there a paint mixing degree I don't know about? Does he lecture at the university. Why does this tick me off so incredibly much? Dunno. But today I will pick up the overpriced paint and start on the room.
It's a dark and windy day and I feel I have to spend at least a couple of hours staring at our tree and sighing happily that we spent close to 40 Euros on a dead plant. Christmas Spirit- I have it.
Happy Thursday!
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