Here's the tale of the tree. We ( the Junior League of Fresno Board of Directors) in the heat of the moment (it was late October and still warm) agreed to participate in a Christmas Tree charity event at the Bankers Ballroom on Fulton Mall. Our job was to decorate a tree and get lots of people to attend and vote for our tree. The proceeds of the vote and the subsequent silent auction would benefit our organization directly. Let's do a Breakfast at Tiffany's tree to promote our signature event at the same time! Great idea for December-ish! So we returned to our regularly scheduled programming and went about our business leaving all of the planning of said tree for Thanksgiving week (aka 2 weeks before the event).
That's when you find out what a Junior Leaguer is truly made of. Let's just say, we make miracles happen baby (especially LeAnn, Angela, and Terri). I showed up and did as I was told: wire, scoot, stick, hang, SPRAY GLITTER! Others (and our non-JLF friends that might be male) designed, shopped, dreamed, and executed.
At some point during the process I decided that I wanted this tree. After 4 hours of tree decorating on Saturday, I told Kevin that I wanted the tree. I didn't think he would get all practical and start talking about how we could transport the tree, which door to bring it in, and the maximum bid. I think the rhinestones and 1,100 lights were twinkling in my eyes, so Kevin wanted me to have the tree. (I know, don't you just love him)
Then make sure that you have to make the tree pick-up happen in a 2 and a half hour window between the time that your husband wakes up and the time that he has to leave for work. Next, encourage your two year old to vomit all over herself (Cough Cough Puke) on the way to pick up the tree. The next part is tricky because you want to stand outside in the cold on Fulton Mall for at least 30 minutes, preferable 45. So you need to make sure that the building is locked and the manager is "10-15 minutes" away.
Just to add to the fun, stick your finger under the tree while trying to load the tree on the cart. Make sure it's your middle finger, because you are a Callahan. Say something like, "Um, the tree is on my finger." To which your husband will tell you to pull your finger out. Yep, still stuck. A homeless angel rolls in about this point and is the only real help getting the tree loaded.
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