Here's the new LED tree out of the box. My first totally bare tree. Each limb has several branches that are movable and the brown is lightly flocked. The LED lights are not as sparkly as the old ones, but actually quite nice in the warm white. I think using it indoors with ornaments would be different, but I would love to have several glowing in the back yard or in the wooded areas. Haven't opened the twig one yet. It doesn't have as many lights and looks more like a maple tree. Who knows? By next year, 2743 hot flashes from now, I may want a white one with multi colored lights and keep these in the attic. But I've learned that if you like something, get it, you may never have the opportunity again.
I have to tell you what happened last week with the cookies. You already know that my husband claims I am always right (or think I am). After baking the snowball cookies, I put them in a container and placed with the others on the cold concrete floor in the garage. It was really cold out but I didn't expect them to freeze. The next day, Mark asked to test one so I brought in the container. A few minutes later I asked how they were, and he answered, "frozen". I barked that they can't be, not overnight in the garage. He insisted. To prove him wrong, I flipped the lid off and latched my fat crooked fingers onto the top cookie. As I lifted that sugar coated ball from the container, the other four dozen came with it. Firmly attached to one another in a frozen mass. I felt like I was in an episode of Raymond.
The pressure to be right ALL the time is exhausting, so I appreciated the break.