Our annual trip to the Christmas tree farm to cut down our own tree. On the way there, I asked Matt if this was going to be a great Christmas season memory for the girls of all of us going to cut a tree every year, or if it was going to be one of those things that they all remember for their crazy mother dragging them out every year. Matt chose the latter. But I think he's just bitter he has to do all the work.
We also decorated the tree, which should probably be its own post, but I'm much too lazy for that right now.
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