Every year, my wonderful brother, Jeff, oh-so-cheerfully (not) drives in with his great big red truck and picks me up and takes me to the tree lot and helps me get a Christmas tree and then drives me home and helps me wrangle it into the stand. Sure, there are other people who could help me do it. Sure, I could even do it myself. Sure, I could just get an artificial tree and save EVERYBODY the aggravation.
But what fun would that be?
The conversation that occurred at the moment the above image was captured went something like this...
Jeff: "Did you just take my picture?
Me: "No."
hee hee heeeee
But what fun would that be?
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