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You remember the stealing of the pine boughs story? Well, Bud bought a Christmas tree for his office yesterday and thought to keep the branches from IT so I could finally create the wreath I wanted. Exciting times around this house. Anyway, he pulled the wad of branches out of his truck last night and set them upstairs outside of our front door. I came home from the grocery store and was met by this alarming in its urgency, but very sweet sign:
BECAUSE OTHERWISE YOU WILL PAY.
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what a wonderful husband you have! its the little things that can make ALL the difference!
Posted by: Randi | December 10, 2008 at 07:12 AM
Does it seem odd to you that a Timber company had to buy a Christmas Tree?
Posted by: MIL | December 10, 2008 at 07:36 PM
No pounding-up-the-stairs valet service would DARE take those boughs.
Posted by: The Mom | December 13, 2008 at 05:32 PM