Oh Christmas Tree . . .{Part 2}

Last night I came home, and before dashing out the house to a friend’s place], Ryan and I hauled the tree back outside (dropping needles everywhere in the process) to saw off the end of it so that it could drink water.

Mission accomplished, we hauled it back inside and set it in the stand.

Everything is cool, right?

. . . Except this morning, I woke up and realized:  We didn’t put water in the base.  Again.

!#$#$!^%#$%^

Crap.  I seriously give up at this point.  If we cut the tree again, it is going to make a mess.  And be a pain in the *ss.

On a much brighter note, tonight we have our company’s black tie Christmas party at the Air and Space museum.  And I am wearing a fantastic silver Vera Wang gown.  We’ll end the night by coming home and decorating the “damn tree.”

I’ve sorted my collection of vintage ornaments

And our Christmas cards are in the mail

And I have created one more tiny yarn-wrapped tree display for my new “entryway” table – which you’ll get to see on Monday.

So despite our shared blatant inability to actually feed a living tree which we have brought into our house, it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas over here.