...Can be exhausting! Here I am resting up for some serious partying with my security rings.
This tree has a story. We waited to go on the traditional Home Depot tree search until Charlie was on break. Upon arriving, we discovered only 2 choices of the live variety, both costing more than our last 2 Christmas trees combined. Margaret half-heartedly suggested getting one of the fat potted trees. This idea was quickly kaboshed as we realized that we had an adventure awaiting us. After a pit stop to feed our smallest searcher, Margaret called her Mom to test her memory of the Upper South Hill Christmas count. She eagerly joined our mission and called around, saving us some precious cell-phone minutes (we only had 20 minutes left for the month). With Mom's findings and new hope of success, we ascended the Hill. After several stops, one of which landed us with a free latte valued at $6 (that's another story), we found ourselves at Rite Aid. At this point, even the rows of dying clearance trees looked promising, and we soon selected the beauty you see below. But he bore no tag. Margaret went back to the car to protect our now-sleeping baby, and watched as Charlie and the saleswoman discussed the price. The verdict: $5. Yes, cheaper than the latte we happily sipped on our way home. This may be a new tradition.
Auntie Sam came home from grad school! Her story-telling is masterful. From the first page I could not stop biting my nails.
Auntie Sam and my first Christmas present ever!
Wow, Charles, somehow I remember the attempt to read you a story going a little differently. ;)
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