Pat and I always get a live tree for Christmas. This year I thought it would be a great idea if we went and cut down our own Christmas tree instead of buying one that was pre-cut. And by "we" I mean, I will pick out the tree that I want and then Pat will do all of the work to cut it down and get it back to our car. That probably goes without saying, but I just wanted to be clear.
Last Saturday afternoon we loaded up the car with a few different saws, some rope and work gloves and headed to the destination I found online for cutting down your own Christmas tree. As we were driving by the very busy shopping plaza in the busy part of Avon and the map on my phone showed that we were less than a mile away from our destination, I did question where there could possibly be a tree farm close by that was big enough to go out and cut down your own tree. But I found the place on google so it must be real, right?
Lucky for me, Pat thinks through situations better than I do so when we pulled into the parking lot filled with trees that had already been cut down, Pat knew better than to jump out of the car with his saw right away (that probably would have scared the teenage girl half to death). Instead, he assessed the situation first and asked her where you go to cut down your own tree. "Oh, we're not doing that this year. Sorry."
As someone who is responsible for updating the website at work - and get numerous phone calls if there is old and outdated information on the site (and by old, I mean like a few days or a week old) - I find it pretty unacceptable that a business has had 12 months to update their website with important information about whether or not you will be allowing people to cut down their own trees. Anyway, in the true Christmas spirit we decided not to boycott their business and not buy one of their pre-cut trees and instead set out to find somewhere else where we could cut our own tree down.
Turns out, unless we wanted to drive 45 minutes away (which we did not have time to do), we were out of luck. So instead we went and got some lunch and then stopped at the first place we saw on our way home. And we ended up with this beauty right here. I was a little disappointed we didn't get to cut it down ourselves but it is the prettiest and biggest tree we've ever had so I was still quite excited about it.
And when we got home, Pat had to cut a little bit off the bottom of the tree anyway so if you look at this picture, it almost appears as if Pat actually is cutting the tree down himself, right? Disregard the fact that the picture is taken in our front yard. Minor detail.
So it turns out the bigger the tree, the heavier it is. Who knew? It was a little bit harder to get this bad boy into our house and up in the stand so we didn't have enough time to do anything else to it in order to make it to our couples bowling league on time (yes, this is what happens when you get married - your Saturdays turn in to cleaning your house, buying your Christmas tree and participating in a couples bowling league equipped with your own bowling shoes, ball stored in a couples bag).
The next day was Pat's birthday so the tree wasn't going to get decorated until at least Monday night...
To be continued...
Last Saturday afternoon we loaded up the car with a few different saws, some rope and work gloves and headed to the destination I found online for cutting down your own Christmas tree. As we were driving by the very busy shopping plaza in the busy part of Avon and the map on my phone showed that we were less than a mile away from our destination, I did question where there could possibly be a tree farm close by that was big enough to go out and cut down your own tree. But I found the place on google so it must be real, right?
Lucky for me, Pat thinks through situations better than I do so when we pulled into the parking lot filled with trees that had already been cut down, Pat knew better than to jump out of the car with his saw right away (that probably would have scared the teenage girl half to death). Instead, he assessed the situation first and asked her where you go to cut down your own tree. "Oh, we're not doing that this year. Sorry."
As someone who is responsible for updating the website at work - and get numerous phone calls if there is old and outdated information on the site (and by old, I mean like a few days or a week old) - I find it pretty unacceptable that a business has had 12 months to update their website with important information about whether or not you will be allowing people to cut down their own trees. Anyway, in the true Christmas spirit we decided not to boycott their business and not buy one of their pre-cut trees and instead set out to find somewhere else where we could cut our own tree down.
Turns out, unless we wanted to drive 45 minutes away (which we did not have time to do), we were out of luck. So instead we went and got some lunch and then stopped at the first place we saw on our way home. And we ended up with this beauty right here. I was a little disappointed we didn't get to cut it down ourselves but it is the prettiest and biggest tree we've ever had so I was still quite excited about it.
And when we got home, Pat had to cut a little bit off the bottom of the tree anyway so if you look at this picture, it almost appears as if Pat actually is cutting the tree down himself, right? Disregard the fact that the picture is taken in our front yard. Minor detail.
So it turns out the bigger the tree, the heavier it is. Who knew? It was a little bit harder to get this bad boy into our house and up in the stand so we didn't have enough time to do anything else to it in order to make it to our couples bowling league on time (yes, this is what happens when you get married - your Saturdays turn in to cleaning your house, buying your Christmas tree and participating in a couples bowling league equipped with your own bowling shoes, ball stored in a couples bag).
The next day was Pat's birthday so the tree wasn't going to get decorated until at least Monday night...
To be continued...
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