It's time to take down the Christmas tree. With the new additions to our family this year, we didn't make it to the tree farm to cut down a tree. But I rather enjoyed our Save Mart $19.99 experience. The tree we got was tall and beautiful. After picking out our lovely tree, Jay tied it to the top of our trusty minivan. Then we went through the Taco Bell drive-through which is right across the street (standard Christmas tree shopping fare, yes?). Then, in the five minutes it took me to drive us home, I believe I forgot we had a tree at all. (Again, allow me to blame sleep deprivation). I commenced to pull into the driveway, open the garage door, and then attempted to drive into the garage. There was a loud scraping/screeching/make-you-wanna-cringe sound. I slammed on the brakes and slammed the van into reverse, as I realized the stump of the tree tied to our roof had just bashed into the garage door. Hmmmm. Not good. Jay got out to investigate. And then he said a word. Not one I'll put into print. But, in fact, he spelled the word. Spelling certain words like "bedtime" and "candy" is a little habit we've gotten into since having a 2 year old around. But until that moment, either of us had yet to spell a four letter word. I thought it was rather responsible and father-like of him to spell the word rather than say it. But like my dear friend S pointed out, "that word loses a lot of emphasis when you spell it". The garage door had a somewhat large bend in the center of it, and had completely come off the tracks. I'm not sure how so much damage was done at only 3 miles an hour. Jay had to hammer it out and do some manly repair work to fix it. Bug and I looked on from our seats in the van, eating our burritos. The twins slept through the whole debacle.
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