Bowl Cut Xmas Tree

Mr. Navy and I have the worst luck. Actually, generally he's been lucky his whole life, so maybe it's my bad luck that's rubbing off. Who knows.

We have a tendency to get the short end of the stick. We'll constantly buy something new, bring it all the way home, open the box and find out we're missing key parts to make it work. We'll buy a piece of clothing, put it in the wash and suddenly it shrinks and it cannot be worn again. We'll leave phone chargers behind, pay full price for something the day before it goes on sale, break our computers merely months after the warranty expires and agree to take in a dog right before it decides to attack another dog and get put down. However, this trend has never been so evident than it is right now--as I look at our Christmas tree.

We went out to the lot to purchase our first tree together this past weekend and it was very exciting (I was perhaps more excited than Mr. Navy was, but that's because I magically transform into a 7-year-old every year starting the day after Thanksgiving and then coincidentally turn back to my rightful age right before New Years Eve). We brought it home, put the lights on and decorated it with ornaments old and new. And then as we took our proud photos, we saw it. There's a huge chunk missing from the top. Huge.

There's no getting around it. Even turning it slightly towards the wall only makes it worse. We can't exactly take it back because of a flaw--we picked it out and dressed it up, therefore we must stick with it. But it's hard to take in the beauty when it's just...so...awkward looking...much like a kid with a bowl/mushroom haircut or something. Like Lloyd Christmas.

Mr. Navy and I are hoping this streak ends before we start having children...