Our naked tree.

I finally took off some time from work last weekend to get a Christmas tree. We went with some friends up to Drysdales again. For whatever reason this chopping was much more efficient. I recall previous years with loooong cold waits lugging the tree along and the arduous process of strapping it onto a vehicle. We talked briefly with a staff member there and he remarked that he had worked 96 hours straight. Wow I said, you must really hate trees. Fucking right I hate trees! he replied. *smirk* Ahhh, yes, some lovely vivid honesty.