To Grandmother's House We Go

We're hitting the busy roads today to visit Grandma and hunt for a Christmas tree! It should be a muddy, wet, frustrating event with someone inevitably disappointed in the selection. Then comes the true test of patience........fitting the tree into a small stand that wants to fall over,or, at least lean ever so slightly enough to warrant repositioning. The poor person stuck under the foliage, yelling as patiently as possible for direction and hoping not to get a tick, just ends up getting tortured by laughing observers who disagree on which direction it's actually leaning. Although this doesn't sound like much fun, we all look forward to this long standing tradition of watching someone suffer. Later, I'll update you on the events of this year's killing and humiliation of, what was, the beautiful tree.