The day I almost died

So my mom has this "brilliant" idea to go out and chop down our own Christmas tree. And I'm all like hello it's December like I wanna walk through the woods looking for some stupid tree. It's not like they don't sell fake ones at the store. But noooooo she insists "it will be so much fun. We never do anything as a family any more" you know the whole guilt trip. So me and my stupid brother cram in the back of the family SUV and go to some stupid tree lot. But apparently none of those pre-cut trees were good enough for my mom who wanted it to be ultra fresh. So we had trudge all the way to the back to the cut your own. What a fantastic idea - my dad with a chain saw. Anyhow, by the time we manage to get back to these stupid trees I am already freezing. Teeth chattering. Goosebumps. The whole nine yards. By the time they pick a tree, which of course looks like every other tree on the stupid lot my lips are purple and I can't feel my fingers. I told my mom I was freezing to death and My mom just laughed at me and said "oh sweetie it is 40 degrees outside. You aren't going to die. But if you are that cold I guess you should have worn that winter coat I bought you" As if, I would rather freeze to death then be seen in that thing.