So the conversation starts at work:
Co-worker (with incredulous disbelief): "You have NEVER had a real tree in your entire life?"
Me: "Umm, nope. Always had a fake one."
Co-worker: "You do realize we live in the largest area known for growing Christmas trees?"
Me: "Duh..."
So Sunday was spent trekking through Cox Christmas tree farm in Eatonville, where I dragged Mike and his dad, Don, through row upon row of trees to find that right one. I would reject one for not being full enough, Mike would reject one for not being tall enough, Don would reject it for leaning.
But we did finally find one... And Mike quickly sawed it down (I did offer to cut it down myself but was gently pooh-poohed...since the signs everywhere say ONLY ADULTS may carry and use saws) and then the two men half dragged/carried it to the baler, while Mike loaded it on his FJ (which again I offered to help do and was told kiddingly by Mike, "Just stand there and look pretty.")
And once we got it home, cleaned up some of the needles and stood it in the holder (which I also had to buy since I didn't have one of those either)- it sure is a beauty: A Fraser Fir...(oh come one, you know I had to go for a designer tree as my first one!)
So let the decorating begin! And the cats well.. they don't know what to think of this strange smelling monstrosity that is taking up the corner of THEIR living room.
