O.k. ladies, gather round with your cups of Christmas cheer and find out what happens when you leave things up to the men. Yesterday I left for a shopping trip to the mall (hate). My husband and son were going to get the tree. Now usually we all go together and make a big production out of it. Even though my girls are grown and moved out, we still get together as a family for the tree shopping. It goes something like this: argue about what day to go, argue about where we are going to buy the tree, then go out to dinner first (including another argument about where to eat), then lots of drama at the tree lot (of course) and finally bringing it home to decorate. I love my family.
Tonight we go out to dinner, then come back and trim this behemoth. It should be hilarious. I will need to get more lights today. We may blow a fuse.