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It's Christmas in The Penthooooooooouuuuussssse...

Me and erin and Gina got a tree. We drove to the place that had trees, and we pranced behind a fence and Gina marched up to the tallest tree, grabbed it, and shouted, "THIS ONE!"

Erin and I spent a few minutes screaming at her that it was too tall-- "It's like the fucking Rockefeller Center tree!"

"It's like the tree that grows in The Nutcracker!"

"It's ten feet--"

"--fifty feet--"

"--A HUNDRED STORIES TALL!!!"

Then the young guy popped his head around the fence and asked if he could help. Gina explained that she needed a tall, skinny, Charlie-Brownish tree.

"We have lots of those," he said.

Erin and I tried to persuade Gina to consider a slightly shorter tree, but Gina was stubborn.

"How tall are your ceilings?"

"Nine feet."

"The tree's less than eight feet," the guy said smugly.

We're decorating it now.

Gina just said, "If you pee in Stephanie's bathroom you can watch yourself!"

"Whuh-huh-hat?" I said.

"'Cause I put the mirror in there in front of the toity!"

The toity.

I love Christmas!

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