The kids dart in and out between them, sometimes hiding, sometimes tagging. Last year there was snow. We make our selection. OMP cuts it down for us. We tie it to the roof of our van and write him a check for $20. We've tried to give him more, but he won't take it. $20! For a 6.5 foot fresh cut Christmas tree!
Speaking of this morning, here's something. Whenever I take a photo, I try to crop out the mess or move it out of the way. I always imagine that everyone else's house is pristine and that I'd better pretend mine is too so you will think I am on TOP of this homemaking gig. But I am not. So not.
This is what the kitchen looked like when I walked into it this morning. And it still looks like this...because I haven't cleared the breakfast dishes off the table yet. Oh yes, it's about to get a WHOLE lot worse. Yet here I am, clacky-claking away, decidedly not doing dishes. Which I should be doing. Or perhaps getting dressed. Yes. Either of those would be an excellent idea.
Maybe just one more cup of coffee first....