Trust no one...Even your grandmother lies!

So as I was up home suprising my mother for her birthday, Nov 15th, I voulnteered to decorate my grandma's house for Christmas. Now she is the kind of person who throw NOTHING away. Her tupperware consists soley of Kool Wip containers, take-out styrofoam, tin foil she washes and reuses, and ziplock baggies, so you can understand my shock and awe when she agreed to purchase a new Christmas tree. It's a nice tree. 7 1/2 feet tall and slender. It has those branches that fold up... you don't have to match those damn colored tags to the colored slots...anyway, as I was shaping the branches and my mother was sitting on the living room floor wrapping ribbon around a wreath, grandma says to us, "Now if Tom (grandpa) asks, this is your tree Debber (my mother, whose name is actually Debra) Ma looks at me and we giggle. I ask her why she wants to hide the fact that she got a great $70 tree on sale for $50 at Hobby Lobby that Grandpa won't have to take apart into 90million pieces in a few months. She looks at me and said, get this..."I don't know." Now why in the hell not? So Grandpa gets home and for some freak of nature reason notices the tree right away and asks, "did we get a new tree?" Grandma says "no, thats Debbers tree." "Oh" he says and makes his way to the bedroom to catch a bit of the game.