It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year

A fresh Christmas tree is one of my favorite smells. In the city there are Christmas tree stands on almost every corner, so it makes walking down the street so Christmasy. I love it. I can't imagine a Christmas without a REAL tree! So Monday we had a little roommate FHE, and we went and picked out our Christmas tree and decorated the apartment.

Of course I had to bring out the Grinch hands!

Hate, hate, hate. Hate, hate, hate. Double Hate. LOATHE ENTIRELY!

Yes, we carried our five foot tree up our three flights of stairs.

Our tree was a little bigger this year compared to our Charlie Brown tree last year, so the stand was too small. No worries. Nothing a kitchen knife couldn't solve! That's right, I used a serrated knife on our Christmas tree.


Even if I wanted to help decorate it my schedule wouldn't allow it. Four o'clock, wallow in self pity; 4:30, stare into the abyss; 5:00, solve world hunger, tell no one. 5:30, jazzercize. 6:30, dinner with me. I can't cancel that again. 7:00, wrestle with my self-loathing; I'm booked.

The finished tree.
Our festive mantel.

Maybe I'm not the Grinch after all.