Monday, December 05, 2005


All my life, I've had real Christmas trees. When we were growing up, dad would take us out to pick the tree- sometimes, we'd even cut our own. After I moved in with Jer, I insisted upon having the real tree (and he kindly set it up for me, despite his allergy to pine sap).

This year, though, I will have a fake tree (I'm ignoring the tiny fake I had in the apartment because there was no way in heck I was dragging a tree up 3 stories). I have decided that with 4 cats, one of whom is actually small and light enough to climb up into the little 5 footer I normally get, fake will be better. This makes me sad.


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