Our First Tree

I convinced Goober to get a real tree this year. It was easy. I simply told him I wanted one and he said okay. I doubt it will be that easy next year.
Last weekend we went to the store and bought a tree stand and lights, then hit a second store for a tree skirt. Afterward we drove over to my in-laws to borrow my father-in-law's truck. They live next to Goober's grandma so he stopped in and helped her with some computer problems.
Once he was done we drove across town to get a tree from the boy scout troop that sets up in Ballard every year. After driving across town Goober pulled up to the lot but had a hard time finding the driveway. He eventually spotted the orange cones and Christmas lights that framed the drive way. After we walked around for a bit Erik realized we were at the wrong lot. We bought a 6ft tall fluffy Douglas Fir.
Sadly the tree people did not put it in a net for use. This resulted in us leaving a trail of needles from the garage door, into the elevator, to our door. Once the mess was cleaned up Goober went to put the nice sturdy stand on the tree. It looks just like the one we had when I was a kid. Unfortunately the stand didn't fit. Our pretty tree turned out to have a very large trunk. So, off to the store.

We swapped the very large truck for my cute little car and drove to the store we originally got our stand at. It was closed so we drove to another one and got in the door two min before closing. Goober decided to be stubborn and looked all over for a stand that was less ugly than the large one that we hoped would fit our tree. Fortunately we have a pretty tree skirt because the large stand is very ugly. It also didn't fit.
The good news is that when I first moved out of my parents house the tool kit my dad gave me included a saw. Goober had to saw off a couple branches and a chunk from the bottom of our tree to get the tree to fit. That's when we realized our trunk was crooked. The bottom portion was straight, the rest was at about a 45 degree angle.
Poor Goober had to take the tree back out of the stand and saw the bottom of the tree again. By then our carpet was covered in needles and sawdust. To make Goober's job worse the tree had been pierced by a metal spoke to keep it standing upright. The tree sap covered the hole this created and hardened. Goober had to saw away at it and then would chip away a chuck of wood. Eventually a wedge of the tree was removed and the straight part of our tree was now crooked.
Four hours after our adventure started our tree was standing up straight. To commemorate our adventure our first ornament is a pretty glass tree... and I'm pretty sure Goober won't let me pick out our tree next year.