I kid you not,
I just heard my son yell,
"Holy Crap Balls!"
from the other room.
Since I'm on the computer,
and not in the same room,
I can toothily smile,
and even laugh - silently,
and thoroughly enjoy the moment.
Really, where do they come up with this stuff??
Granted, its Bronze,
so its bound to be more crude than the,
"Holy Love Heart!"
Triton came up with a few weeks ago.
Now, on to business-
As is a well known fact,
we head down to Monticello to get our
Christmas Tree every year.
Its tradition - and its free.
So, really it is something that will probably always continue to happen.
This year however,
was something truly special.
John actually came with me
for his first attempt at "tree huntin."
It is a very, very, very, important fact to remember,
that the trees always look smaller in the field
than what they actually are.
Since John is still an amateur in this sport,
we overlooked his choice of a 20 foot round ball,
he believed would look perfect in the house,
and instead, settled on this beauty here -
Which looks to be maybe
6 feet tall on a good day,
but in the house,
is just a wee bit over 9.
Funny thing, those trees.
I'm quite lucky,
and had no part in actually sawing the thing.
Fact is,
I can't say that I've ever really sawed a tree down before.
I've learned, it pays off to appear weak, and feeble,
and let husbands, fathers, or lumberjack resembling brothers take care of it every time.
Now, before I get all judged and stuff,
and labeled as lazy, manipulative, or a blatant user of brute strength,
it would do well to say that,
I picked out the tree.
And, I carried the saw all the way back to the truck all by myself.
And most importantly of all,
made sure that the BEST DONUTS in the WHOLE WORLD,
were on hand in plenty.
My personal favorite
happens to be maple with walnuts.
I assure you,
you'll never have donut quite as good as this one, ever.
