Thanks to the kindness of strangers, SH and I will have a tree. It’s an artificial tree. Doesn’t smell like a tree. Looks a lot better than a real tree. Sort of is to a real tree as fake boobs are to real ones. But it’s better than nothing.
OK. And it’s not even really from strangers. It’s from Stephen and Leigh. They have two – one for downstairs and one for upstairs. Now we know why they didn’t put together the upstairs tree. SH has said he is never putting together an artificial tree again. I guess it must be a pain in the neck, but I am sitting here pretending to be really, really busy so I don’t have to participate.
SH has only just begun to pull the branches out of the box. We could just go to the movies instead. BTW, just because the tree is fake doesn’t mean you don’t get needles on the floor.
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