My Christmas Tree Experience

I bought a Christmas tree for our apartment right after Thanksgiving. I didn't realize how funny the story behind it was until I was telling my mom today.

I went to Target after work to get the tree. I was all dolled up and in my work clothes, which I didn’t think would be that big of a deal. I found the tree I wanted (for more than 50% off!!) and found a guy to help me get it down from the shelf. After he got it down, he asked me if I wanted him to carry it to customer service for me while I continued shopping. I had no shopping left to do so I put the tree in my cart and wheeled up to the checkout. The lady at checkout asked if I needed help with it. I said, “no, I was fine.” At the end of the checkout she doubled checked and asked if I wanted someone to carry the tree out to my car for me. I said, “no, I live just a few blocks away, I’m just going to carry it.” (I must have looked incompetent or something.) This tree is a 6-foot tall tree all boxed up. It wasn’t that huge of a box or that heavy.....until I tried carrying it home. So here I am (remember, all dolled up and in my nice Michael Kors work clothes) carrying a Christmas tree home on the streets of LA. It got to be pretty heavy and awkward by the time I made it home. I’m sure it was quite the sight!

Anyway, I have a pretty tree in my apartment waiting for me to get brave enough to go back to Target and get ornaments.

My Uncle Bill carves and paints Santas! I love them! (One in my mom's that I may "forget" to bring home when I go home for Christmas.)