A few weeks ago Johnny's friend, Jason, called to see if we wanted to get a permit to go out and cut down our own tree. It has always seemed like this perfectly romantic way to get our tree, driving through the woods, finding the perfect tree, chopping it down and bringing it home. Well. . .we loaded up in Johnny's truck and headed out. I was so excited at the thought of creating a new family tradition and before we hit Provo my dreams were starting melt away like marshmellows in hot chocolate! First Sydney (without her DVD player) was already asking to get out of the car ( little did she or us know it would be 3 more hours of driving!) and we got lost as the result of a poor map. So four hours in we were finally chopping down our tree. The result a beautiful tree full of sap and pitch, but lacking the wonderful pine tree smell. Oh well-next year we'll probably be back to the Home Depot to pick up our tree.
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How can Cash look so big in less than a month?
Oh and I'm not very impressed with the natural tree idea. I like mine 'real' but articially farmed to be perfect and smelly and to have someone put it on my car for me.
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