Man, I'm sore today. I used to be able to fall down the stairs and still get in a full night of dancing and drinking, but this aging business is kicking my ass. As you can see, though, we still were able to go to the tree farm and cut down this perfect noble. It got dark fast, so I'm not even sure if you can see it's fat perfection. My husband luuurves picking out trees with me, because I'm so picky, and he knows I'll really take the time to get just the right one. See how it's full daylight above, then, basically the dead of night when we finally picked our tree? That's because I'm the awesomest tree-picker-outer in the world.
That's Jack on the ground, getting in the first cuts.
It's pretty dark, but I'm certain that's a grin on Mitch's face, rather than a grimace.