I asked Jacob to take the lights off the tree. We had moved it to the
death trap garage so the dry dropping needles would not be all over
the house. He wasn't happy to do the job, but he sure did it!! The
garage smells like Christmas and the beat up tree makes me laugh every
time I see it.
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Connie! I love you! I miss you! I love your blog! :)
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