Sometimes my husband is so awesome I have to blog his awesomitude* to the world. Yesterday was one of those days. I left to go to work in the morning and our house was tree-less. I came home and the smell of pine hit me before I even got the door open. The trail of pine needles on the floor led my gaze to the far right corner of our living room (if you're standing at the front door looking west) where, lo and behold, a fabulous Christmas tree stood, perfect in its slight lopsidedness. Woohoo! Darr and his dad had stopped by Spoiled Rotten (where I work on Sundays, in case you didn't already know) to buy some gifts for babies Gavin and Parker (Darr's nephew and second cousin respectively) and then happened upon a tree lot just down the street so they grabbed a tree for me. Beaut and I hopped the elevator downstairs and went to retrieve my Christmas boxes so I could decorate our bare little tree. I'll get a picture posted as soon as I can decide which ornament to highlight.
*awesomeitude [awesome-i-tood]
-noun
1. state of being awesome
Etymology
From Latin awesome-itudo signifying a noun of state of awesomeness.
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