December 11, 2013

We Are All Odd In Our Own Ways

When my parents brought home the Christmas tree, I did this:


It smelled so good! My dad said it was fresh off the truck from Oregon. Can we trade places? The tree and I? I'll take its place on the truck BACK to Oregon. Sound good?

Oh yeah, I hugged it too. I love trees! I felt bad that it was all tied up. I know I sound like I belong in a mental institution, but oh well.

psst, Jenna got wrapped up in it all, thus the little arms and legs...