I knew what he was bringing me, but with all the snow, it's nice to have these now. Once the shoveling is done, Neal and I are going for our first trek.
I've got Christmas music blaring, and apres skiing, we'll put up our new Christmas tree. Originally we wanted a living tree that could be planted after the holiday. I was shocked by the prices I saw, and a little sad. Neither of us wanted a cut tree. Then I faced the reality. I really need to have a fake tree; the first terrible asthma attack I had was brought on by a Christmas tree (yes, it's a story worth hearing, but I'll save it for later). I kid myself year after year that I can have a real tree because I've been feeling so much better. Not so much.
Last year my sister generously loaned me her fake Christmas tree, which I appreciated very much. But I just feel like, dude, if you're going to be fake be all glammed-up-unafraid-of-your-fauxness fake. Luckily Neal has the same love for 40's kitsch that I do, and when we saw the five-foot Silver Aspen Tinsel Christmas Tree (sorry, I can't find a link), we knew, deep in our bones, that this was our tree. Since I was unable to locate a lot of my bulbs last year--the downside of moving four times five years--we also hit one of the antique shops down the street, and I gleefully grabbed every bulb that reminded me of one I'd had from my Gram. Now if I could just find the cotton ball wreath I made in first grade, Christmas would be just the way I like it.
Wish me luck with that skiing!