When am I going to admit defeat?
The tree is up. The kids decorated it and it looks beautiful.
I've been wheezing ever since it came into the house.
One of these years I'll put my foot down and buy a fake tree.
I don't mind the needles all over the house. I don't mind the smell. I am just tired of not being able to breath.
I feel like such a scrooge. Well I actually don't feel like that. I think I feel defeated, but a stupid tree. I love trees. I love their smell.
They just don't love me.