So... here's the latest story of Chelsea's continuing struggles to master living in a gravity-covered world.
Last night, we went on an adventure and bought a Christmas tree and a nice cast-iron stand. Had I not left my camera in Nebraska (I have to leave something every year....), I would have taken pictures of this adventure. It was quite comical. First, Jonathan attached the tree to the car by tying ropes around it and through the windows of the car. Great, except that then we couldn't open the car doors because the rope was holding them shut. So, we started over and eventually we were both able to get into the car. I held tight to the rope and Jonathan drove home. He attempted to take the back roads, but we wound up driving down just about every main street in Lawrence, finally realizing that we don't really know the back roads. And finally, we arrived at home - Christmas tree, car, and people intact. And mastering gravity the whole time.
Then came the excitement, the thrill, the many words of frustration as we attempted to make the tree stand up straight in the stand. We thought we had it at one point, but when I walked into the living room this morning it was listing towards the stairway, so tonight might bring another fun episode of Christmas joy. Well, of course all of the straightening and adjusting of the beloved tree led to small mountains of pine needles on the carpet. I tried the lint roller, but it was going to take about 17 hours to finish the job, so I relented and let the vacuum do the work. This is where I made the fatal mistake of laying down under the tree, vacuum hose and sucker in hand, and upright vacuum standing by. I turned it on and went to work. No problem, until two seconds later I felt the most excruciating pain in the back of my head. Turns out it's not a good idea to pull on the vacuum hose, becaue the pointy handle of the upright vacuum will come and attempt to embed itself into your skull. So, there I am, half of the pine needles on the floor and a leaning Christmas tree and I'm grabbing my head and crying hysterically which is only making my head throb more. I have quite the goose egg on the back of my head, and I almost went through the roof when I was brushing my hair this morning.
But it's all worth it for that joyous, wonderful tree. Right?
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