yesterday Chris and I went to Kitchen Kettle Village. I went there with my family back in 1994 (15 years ago - I am so old), and I thought it might be a nice thing to do around the holidays without being too overtly holiday related. Chris isn't very fond of this particular season, but he is being very good about putting up with my intense need to celebrate. I figured the least I could do was suggest a place he might actually enjoy rather than, say Christmas Village. I chose well, it would seem, because we had a very good time. we saw a lot of things that will look nice in the house when it is finished. we ate soft pretzels and drank hot apple cider. there was even an entire shop that sold nothing but insects under glass.
we also got our Christmas tree last night. we went to Lowe's. I know, I know. how disappointing. I am sorry, but I really like their trees. trust me, I like wandering around in field in freezing temperatures as much as anyone, but I just really like the trees at Lowe's. they're not overly trimmed and shaped as a lot of trees you find on tree farms. next year, though, Chris will be picking the tree. I think he wants a long-needled tree, which I hate. but hey, I'd rather have him pick a terrible tree than have him not care about the tree at all. you gotta take what you can get. I am on my laptop and my camera cord is upstairs, so you will have to wait for pictures of the tree.
it was a really good day, which was not at all what I was expecting in the beginning. you see, I had intended on leaving for the Village at 11 AM, so that we would have plenty of time to take care of some things on my ever-growing list of Things That Need To Get Done. however, it turns out Chris had told him mom that we would go out to lunch with her, so I ammended the schedule - as long as we went to lunch by 11 AM, we should still be okay. well, we didn't even leave to pick his mom up until 12:45. I was starting to freak out on the way, going through the list of Things That Need To Get Done. I was insisting on some things, and he was insisting on others; it was starting to get pretty heated. getting very frustrated, I fell silent for a few moments.
"You know," he said hesitantly. "This is pretty ridiculous. We are living the dream, and all we can do is argue about which fun things we get to do today."
talk about instantly neutralizing an arguemnt. talk about first world problems. oh no, how terrible. I can't decide if we should buy a tree or bake cookies or go Christmas shopping... it really made me stop and think, you know? like, here I am, having this ridiculous argument when there are people out there who can't even afford to do these things. and I am acting like it is the end of the world that I might not get to make cookies. what a jerk I am. what a lucky, lucky jerk I am.