Monday, December 12, 2011
I'm not sure exactly why, but there are a couple of people who really *really* want to see photos of my bathroom, even though it's not quite finished and is still looking rather boring to my eye. To protect their privacy, I won't use their real names. Knock yourselves out, Trista and Mamy!
One of the best things about living rural is that getting a Christmas tree involves hopping in the cranky old farm truck, driving a few miles to someone's family farm, cutting your tree in their back yard, and leaving 10 bucks under their door mat. We've had some snow this year, which always makes the experience more scenic, though the single digits on Saturday morning made for a great motivator - no dilly-dallying! Owain was very excited.