I know it’s ghetto to keep a Christmas tree on the front porch until the end of March, but I guess that’s why I love living in the ghetto. The tree looks klassy compared to the couches on the neighbor’s porches. (At least that’s what I keep telling Rachael and all our guests.)
But today was warm enough to inspire some chopping, so the tree is no more.
I’m celebrating the small victories.
Now I just have to get the doors off the porch!