Sunday, December 11, 2005

Nothing says Christmas like cramped living quarters, a headache, Benadryl, and snow in the kitchen

It happened again. Every year Riley picks a tree that's WAY too big for our living room. And every year I buy it because, swear to gawd, it looks practically miniature in the lot. So, every year, we have it shoved into one of those handy-dandy travel nets and haul the deceptively large tree home. And, every year, the eventual unnetting of the tree leads to a scene reminiscent of a Griswold family Christmas. Granted, the branches never actually bust out the windows, but they're smashed up against the glass like Biggie in a phone booth. (Note to self for next year: Objects in lot are larger than they appear.)

Living room filled with enormous tree; child singing "jingle bells" at top of lungs; itchy hands from lighting allergy-inducing front yard shrubs; flour all over kitchen from this year's homemade gifts. It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas!

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