Our Thanksgiving was perfect. (Well, except when the glass fell out of the cabinet and broke in the bowl where I was mixing the stuffing, but we won't talk about that. Or the fact that I had to use Stove Top stuffing. Or even that I owned a box of it. Ahem.) The meal was lovely, and it was just our sweet little family of 4. So wonderful.
The tree farm has so many fun things to do. These old fashioned water pumps with little rubber ducks are always a favorite.
We had an amazing time searching for the perfect tree.
BJ found a tree he deemed PERFECT! All 10 and a half feet of it. And yes, that's the one we bought!
We did some maybe-this-will-be-THE-Christmas-card-photo shots. They didn't really work out, but the outtakes are priceless!
It was a perfect day.

Saturday we decorated our beautiful tree. It looked amazing.
This morning, as I was snuggled up in my bed relishing the thought of sleeping in, Brian came in the room and mumbled something. Or maybe it just sounded like he was mumbling because I had the pillow on my head? What I finally heard, after he yanked the pillow off my head and shouted, was that our perfectly decorated 10 and a half foot tree had fallen over. As in on the floor. More precisely on the ottoman. And it just happened to land smack dab on top of my Mac.
There were lots of broken ornaments.
Oy.
As you can see, my Mac is still working, but OMG if it wasn't, I think I would have joined a convent and taken a vow of silence.
Okay, that's a lie. I would have cussed. A whole lot.
Oy.
As you can see, my Mac is still working, but OMG if it wasn't, I think I would have joined a convent and taken a vow of silence.
Okay, that's a lie. I would have cussed. A whole lot.




















































