::oh, christmas tree::
i know i've said it many, many times before, but seriously:
matt and i are 60.
we got up early yesterday, and walked over to this christmas tree lot on lawrence & damen then carried our tree home. the guy who sold it to us made my little heart race. mountain men usually do that. hahaha. we spent the rest of the day in a hellish nightmare that i do not wish to recall because it will certainly put me in the foulest of moods. let's just say i never ever get pissy & bitchy & irritated - it takes a goddamned lot to do that to me, but last night, everyone was scared because of how visibly irritated i was. bethany, the tongue may have even touched the tooth.
what made it all better though was coming home, and decorating our christmas tree. yes. we're 26 & 27, and on our saturday night we're not looking forward to going to some bar, we're looking forward to going home, and stringing lights around a christmas tree while drinking hot toddies made by jeff. because we're not really in our mid-twenties at all.
(also: look at the ornament i found yesterday. the girl who sold it to me started talking about elvis, and asked me if i was a fan. it's gotten to the point where i have to say yes because it just takes waaaaay too much explaining to tell the truth. i've also discovered that since my elvis project, i cannot pass up any elvis memorabilia whatsoever.)
