We happened to time the annual tree cutting expedition
with Mr. Dub's back episode. The one where he throws out his back, and is incapacitated in such a way that he is unable to join us in our search for a Christmas tree.
Key to this injured back story is the fact that HE is usually the one who cuts down the tree.
That job fell to me this year.
I guess since the kids figured they did such an outstanding job SELECTING the tree.
They talked me through it.
I was not prepared for the enormity of this task.
I had to stop several times and talk to my biceps.
I'm actually not sure I have any.
I DO have a festive wreath,
an obstinate snowman
a reindeer with a sweet tooth
AND, thankfully, a TREE.