One of the challenges of being a single woman living alone is the stuff you don't think about until you're doing it. Challenges like getting a ten foot tall Christmas tree off the roof of your car, and up the five steps to the small porch. Stuff like maneuvering the ten foot tall Christmas tree through the doorway, around the tight entry way, eventually dropping it in the hallway because it turns out it isn't really a ten foot tall Christmas tree, it's more like an eleven foot tall Christmas tree.
Faced with this challenge, you do what pretty much any single woman living alone would do, you decide to use one of your Cutco knives to trim off the top of the tree. You do this because- A. You couldn't find tree nippers (or whatever they are actually named.) since you just moved and your garage looks like a WalMart distribution center full of boxes, and because - B. You remember that you don't even own anything remotely looking like a tree nipper, anyway.
The final challenge that you don't think about until you're doing it would be getting the now ten foot tall Christmas tree into the stand....by yourself. Upright. And straight. With the good side facing the room, thankyouverymuch. (as opposed to the side with the watermelon sized bald spot you'd prefer faced the wall)
The good news is that I fought a good fight and in the end, I won. The tree is upright, in it's stand, looking oh-so-Christmas-y, and no furniture, or big yellow dogs were harmed in the process.
Hmmm. Now, if only I could find the box I packed with the tree lights.