Our tree has been selected.
It is a 1970/80’s ceramic tree
that was made by Richard’s Aunt May. There were three Sloan girls. May was the
oldest, then Anna and finally Richard’s mother, Bernadette. Of the three, Anna
was the only one I ever met. May and Bernadette had been gone something in the
10 year neighborhood when I met Richard.
Now, there is a long and short version to this story. I look
pretty damn fine in the short version. The long one shows some of my warts and
other unattractive characteristics.
So, let’s go with the short version.
The tree had lain broken in a box in the attic for many
years. I got it out and fixed it as best I could.
I know, even I wish I had a boyfriend as thoughtful as me.
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