I was sitting in my living room the other day, and I noticed the aroma of poop. In light of the fact that we have two children under the age of three, this is not necessarily a rare occasion. The odd thing about this scenario was--neither of my children were within in ear(or nose)shot at the time. I mentioned it to my wife (that should not be taken to mean that I was implying the smell originated with my wife), and she discovered the source of the foul smell--our Christmas tree. And so with a bit of hesitancy, I took off the lights and ornaments, carried the tree out of the house, and closed the door on another grand, glorious, and always unpredictable holdiay season. Might as well start planning for next year--the nation's retailers already are!
PS - You will notice that I took my blog tree down as well, althogh not for the same reason as the real tree. My blog doesn't stink. At least I don't think it does. Apparetly, neither do the 7,000+ people who have visited it over the last two years.
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