We went to buy a tree today from a garden centre.
What does my dear (supposedly) intelligent husband do? Choose a tree, while I am away for 3 minutes looking for poinsettias, which looks so bare on the bottom half we might as well have bought one half the size.
I pointed it out at the time, and instead of admitting I was right, he says it will be fine and I should stop 'going on'.
When we got it back home he has as much as admitted I was right by cutting 12+ inches off the bottom, so we now have tiny tree and might as well have bought a small one to begin with.
We also have wood shavings from where he cut it and needles from branches taken off all over the living room carpet which he hasn't bothered to clean as they've appeared so are now being tracked all over the house.
What a great start to Christmas!