A tree!

OK. So! I found a tree today, one of the local nursery’s had some left, and even had knocked off 10% of the price. I didn’t really want to spend money on it, but there was no way I was going to listen to the Asshole bitch about having to go get one as soon as he got home. So I borrowed dad’s van and went and picked it up.

Of course, the one small cheapcheapcheap one that was left wasn’t GOOD enough. So I paid the larger price for the prettier tree deemed acceptable by the pup.

When everyone got home, they brought it in, and while we went into town to pick up some dinner, I asked the asshole and the boy to get the end cut off of the tree and get it in the stand so the girls could decorate it. WELL!

I got home like 45 minutes later [local arby’s is SLOW AS SHIT] and what do I find but a grumbling Asshole wranking on a FOOT LONG DRILL bit he’d been drilling. DRILLING. into the bottom of the tree with. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know, but finally, I had to ask. Seems the hacksaw kept bending and breaking apart. The tree was RESISTING the cut. Well. So he grabbed the cordless drill and the biggest bit he had and figured a few well placed holes, and it’ll break right off… right?

Wrong. Being a cordless drill – it naturally had to run out of juice JUST when he got the bit into it. And now? It was stuck. Heh.

So me, being the ever helpful wife…. “Well hun, it’s only gonna be up for a few days, we can live without the end cut off…”

And he GLARED at me. “Oh no. NOW it’s PERSONAL. This tree WILL have the end cut off!”

I didn’t laugh. Out loud. Too much. *Snicker* So he tried the hacksaw again. It broke again. The brother in law tried. It broke agian.

Asshole says “FINE! You are coming off of there whether you want to or NOT! I’m getting the BIG GUNS!” and off he goes to the Garage while I’m thinking “uh, we don’t HAVE a chainsaw…..”

But I underestimated him, I’m ashamed to say. Here, take a peek:

What – don’t YOU use a midersaw to cut the bottom off YOUR christmas tree??? *chuckles* Of course, after he carried it in, there was a SPIDER seen, and thus the reason you see him jumping back out of the picture – we never saw the little tiny thing in order to assure him it was dead. But the bottom of the tree was off at long last!

So I leave agian to finally do my christmas shopping, letting them get it in the stand and such so the kids could decorate it. I get home, and find it standing – albeit a little crookedly – but they’d JUST gotten it there. So the kids finaly decorated it, and voila, the finished project.

Then of course, the girl wanted to take pictures of it, so Obviously, I let her. Then, she gave the camera back and I caught these ones…

Kinda went like this. “What? Me? I’m not a ham!” “Oh shit, mom caught us being nice!” “Quick! Let’s be nice again – it freaks her out so…” “Hey! you stuck your tongue out, I shall choke you now – and add extra big brother kissy cooties! HA! take THAT!”

Oh – and last night? The pup really WAS [portraying] an angel…. She sang with her sunday school class at gramma’s church Wednesday night. she’s the tallest Angel in the middle there. *smile*

Gotta love my kids. Really. *g*