We haven't quite moved everything into the house yet (we are still sleeping in the Penthouse above the garage) but we are ready for Christmas. And now that we have water for half the house - after six weeks without it, which is why we're a bit delayed in moving fully in - we are *this close* to sleeping over in the new house.
I told The Farmer I'm sleeping in my new bed on Christmas Eve.
I hope he joins me.
Despite our lack of 100% residency, we are ready for Christmas! Or at least we have lights on the front of the house and a tree in our dining room.
Those are the requirements, yes?
After three weeks of trying to work around the weather to go cut down a tree (aka avoid a day that was pouring rain), we resigned ourselves to letting Mother Nature win.
And we went to a tree lot.
Fortunately, our tree had just been cut the hour before, so it's almost like we cut it ourselves.
But we didn't...which means The Farmer is smiling in this picture.
And the amount of swearing during the day was greatly diminished.
And our angel...
She's the angel my parents bought in 1969 for their first Christmas.
She was all they could afford.
The best part of the night was when The Farmer unwrapped her, found out who she was/where I got her, and immediately put her atop the tree.
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