I always feel kinda bad about throwing away the tree. It’s bad enough that the house looks insanely bland with all of the decorations suddenly stowed in the basement, but now we’re just gonna sacrifice this thing that we battled to keep alive and well-hydrated for the past month?
From the forest, to the ice-cream-store parking lot, to the roof of my Honda, to a highly decorated (literally) month of pampering in our living room—only to wind up in a snowbank by the side of the road.
Great. Now I feel like a total jerk. Sorry, tree. Thanks for the memories.
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It’s true. Sad. Sniff. Now Bossy is over it.
Good point.