Over Thanksgiving we went to North Carolina with my Dad and Uncle Charlie to get a Christmas tree. It's something that we've done for several years and it has become a tradition. You might ask why Scott and I would get our tree in NC and then drive it all the way (5 hours) back to Middle Tennessee. Well, after seeing Christmas Tree harvesting (which begins in late October early November) in action we have deduced that if we get a tree at Thanksgiving and put it up, it will be fresh at least as long as it would be if we bought it somewhere off a lot. (Faulted logic, I am quite sure) As we were getting on the interstate with our baled Christmas tree strapped to the top of our Volvo station wagon (think Griswald's here) Scott says, "You know, one of these days something is going to happen to make us stop this." Well, this year may have been the year. About three miles into the trip the tree whips sideways on top of the car. We pull safely off to the side and manage to shove it IN the car! Blake was mortified! It was wrapped in a sheet so there were no needles in any babies eyes or anything like that. Needless to say the trucker with the pine tree shaped scent thing in his window didn't have anything on us! We made it home safely and the tree is absolutely BEAUTIFUL. Thanks Daddy!
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