The Tree

This week has been nuts. My mother and brother inlaw moved here yesterday. I have been anxiously anticipating their arrival. I am sooooooooooooooooo happy they are here. Yesterday I greeted the movers and unpacked about 20 boxes of their kitchen while they drove through Nevada. They got here though, and I feel like Christmas came early. Really.
On other notes, above is my really large Christmas tree strapped to the top of my car. I wait all year for the holiday season to roll around and the temperatures to drop, and decorating the tree is a major day in my world. Last year our tree was too short, and I broke down crying during the decorating, yelling at my husband, telling him that next year I was picking out a "big ass tree" or something like that. He had somehow come to the conclusion that we could not have a tree bigger than 6 feet even though we have vaulted ceilings. This year, I picked out the tree. It is towering around 11 feet. See how far off the back of the car it comes? My sister is supervising the tie-down job. Don't stare too much at my dirty car. I live three miles down a dirt road. It actually is cleaner in that photo than most days.
Now that the tree is home, it is touching the ceiling. I am so happy. Every morning I turn on the lights and feel the magic that only a holiday tree can bring.
Lastly, the detox is going well. I will report more on that very soon.
Right now I have to watch Top Chef.