The Christmas tree saga continued for a couple three days after we went out to look at trees and was shocked as to how much they were wanting for the firs. I reiterated to Cindy on a couple of occasions earlier in the week that I wasn't about to spend $60 bucks for a tree. And I knew that she didn't want a tree that had long needles.
It was an impasse.
Monday, Cindy called home from work and said, "Go out to Kap's and get a tree." I said that I wasn't going out there and besides, Kap's last day he was open was Sunday. Tuesday, she called home and asked, "Did you go get a tree?"
I said, "No, I didn't. I'm tellin' ya, I'm not going to go get a $60 dollar tree and toss it out in less than three weeks. And I'm certainly not going to go out and get ANY tree without you being with me."
So, last night, she called on her way home and said, "I've got to stop somewhere on my way home." She got home a little after five and in her trunk was a little 6' tree - with long needles.
We brought it into the house, put it in the stand and took the binding wrap off. It was still kind of bunched up and it needed to droop for 24 hours before we decorated it. It smelled wonderful, very fresh, very Christmas-y.