Sweet Husband looked at me a little puzzled, but said, "Yeah, I guess we could do that."
"I mean, we don't have to go cut one down or anything, we could just go to the Christmas tree lot and pick out a little one or something."
"Nooo....If we're going to get a real tree we're going to do it right--drive into the country, hot chocolate, the works!"
So, we did.
Sunday morning we made our way to Evening Star Pines, and picked out a fat, baby tree. I think it might be making us both sneeze just a little (although mine might just be this icky head cold), but it's beautiful.
Pictures will be forthcoming. :)