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Right. So I decided to brave the horrors of The Shed and get out the Christmas shrub. I say shrub because to call it a 'tree' would be an insult to our formidable forest friends. Oooh alliteration you have shown yourself in a most pleasing way!
Anyway. I opened the shed door, took a deep breath in of the chillingly refreshing December air and shook off the demons that tapped me on the shoulder reminding me of the arachnid horrors within. I managed to get the box that holds the Shrub out and into the house, and upon my return to The Shed to procur the boxes of ornaments and sundry, the Demons had once again returned, this time with reinforcments. I simply could NOT face The Shed and its unspeakable and unseen horrors again.
SO. The shrub is in the house, along with some boughs of evergreen plastic. I'll send my mom out for the rest later.
Anyway. I opened the shed door, took a deep breath in of the chillingly refreshing December air and shook off the demons that tapped me on the shoulder reminding me of the arachnid horrors within. I managed to get the box that holds the Shrub out and into the house, and upon my return to The Shed to procur the boxes of ornaments and sundry, the Demons had once again returned, this time with reinforcments. I simply could NOT face The Shed and its unspeakable and unseen horrors again.
SO. The shrub is in the house, along with some boughs of evergreen plastic. I'll send my mom out for the rest later.