Choosing a Christmas tree
(After nearly an hour looking at every tree available)
Me: Do you like this one?
Her: They're all so beautiful!
Me: But we can't have them all. So this one or keep looking?
Her: Are you sure you want me to choose the tree? We've been through them all twice.
Me: It's entirely up to you. Pick any one you like.
Her: How will I ever choose? I like them all.
Me: (laughing) It will be hard to get them ALL home let alone into the house.
Her: Maybe we could set up a rotating schedule and have each one for a day or two and then change so none of them feel left out?
(30 minutes later, watching the guy tie the world's biggest tree on top of my car)
Her: Are you sure you don't mind that one? It's bigger than you had in mind.
Me: Nope. I really love it. Are you happy with it?
Her: (in very serious tone) I'm happy about a lot of things all of a sudden.
Me: Yeah? How many?
Her: Too many to count I think.
Me: Is that so?
Her: Yep. Listen, are you sure you like that tree?
Me: I really do. I love that tree.
Her: (Looking doubtful) OK.
Me: Think you can stand one more thing to be happy about?
Her: Why not? I'm not counting, remember? I won't fuss about one more.
Me: (Smiling like an idiot while I get down on one knee in the snow and pull the ring box out of my pocket) Well then, will you marry me?
Her: (Totally deadpan) Wow. You really DO like that tree.
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