EdiePA
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Here's a copy of the e-mail that I sent to my sons in college this morning. And yes, this really happened. Ugh!!!
On the Thirteenth Day of Christmas, the Grinch gave to me --- a tree that stopped drinking water!!
On the next Day of Christmas, I gave to myself -- a busted knuckle, scratches on my arms, wet carpet and a now wobbly tree in its stand.
Yes, Dear Ones, today was the new traditional day of "Untrimming" the Christmas tree. I decided that my family couldn't come home to a dead tree. Oh, no!! That could ruin Christmas. So, at 6:30 am, there I was, under the tree, bailing out the extra water and hoping for the best -- wrong!!
I sawed another two inches off of the bottom (the exercises at Curves have helped my scrawny arms, but not that much!) and re-drilled the hole in the trunk as best I could. It is now back in the stand, hopefully drinking water and I'll re-decorate this afternoon. That's after I vacuum up the 10,001 needles now embedded in my stitching chair and the carpet.
So, the word of warning is ---- when one walks into Mom's house, exclaim ever so loudly, "Oh, that is the best, most wonderful tree ever!!!"
Thank you!! And if you ever doubt my love for you, just picture me wrestling a nine foot tree to the ground and it won!
Love,
Mom
PS -- Didn't the Japanese name this the "Year of the Artificial Tree"??? I think I should have listened!!!!!!
On the Thirteenth Day of Christmas, the Grinch gave to me --- a tree that stopped drinking water!!
On the next Day of Christmas, I gave to myself -- a busted knuckle, scratches on my arms, wet carpet and a now wobbly tree in its stand.
Yes, Dear Ones, today was the new traditional day of "Untrimming" the Christmas tree. I decided that my family couldn't come home to a dead tree. Oh, no!! That could ruin Christmas. So, at 6:30 am, there I was, under the tree, bailing out the extra water and hoping for the best -- wrong!!
I sawed another two inches off of the bottom (the exercises at Curves have helped my scrawny arms, but not that much!) and re-drilled the hole in the trunk as best I could. It is now back in the stand, hopefully drinking water and I'll re-decorate this afternoon. That's after I vacuum up the 10,001 needles now embedded in my stitching chair and the carpet.
So, the word of warning is ---- when one walks into Mom's house, exclaim ever so loudly, "Oh, that is the best, most wonderful tree ever!!!"
Thank you!! And if you ever doubt my love for you, just picture me wrestling a nine foot tree to the ground and it won!
Love,
Mom
PS -- Didn't the Japanese name this the "Year of the Artificial Tree"??? I think I should have listened!!!!!!

