Mrs. Christmas tree, I regret to inform you that your husband has been recycled.
Telly!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!
If it makes you feel any better, he died very bravely...if you consider dying in a mulcher brave, which I do.
Thanks Mr Filing Clerk. Please, stay with me tonight, comfort me, prune me, make me feel like a sapling again.
Um, I'm married...yet, you are a tree and I don't think sleeping with a tree would be considered cheating.
We have a saying in the tree community. "Once you sleep with a tree, you'll never leave." Of course that may be the gin and the fact that I'm horny talking.
