Getting a Christmas Tree

Dearest Troops, is it hand warmers, gloves, insulated boots, snowsuits, toque time where you are? It sure as heck is here. However, somene who is not me got the idea to get a Christmas tree.

Oh, the heady days of youth, when we would drive and drive and bicker and drive way out to the Christmas tree farm. Then we would come to blows over which tree to hack down. Not really. Well, mostly not really.

Clarrrrrrk!




This was after our brief dalliance with a live tree, that we watched slowly but thoroughly die over the months. Best m.o. get one thats already dead and smelling good!




It suddenly became winter yesterday here in southern Michigan. 28 was the high and by the time the Nutcracker got out, it dropped to 25. Ie: A bit nippley out, aka freezing my balls off. Mind you, I don't have balls, but have heard from menfolk about the legend of the frozen balls. Why am I going on about testicles? It might be the holiday cheer aka wine! Ho Ho Ho!




So, we went to the Airstream trailer with the trees all around it. The place we have been going for years. Besides the friendly staff you get a shot of peppermint schnapps or hot damn with purchase. I bet if anyone wandered into the airstream they would get a shot. Shots for everyone.


I am the tree whisperer. I home in, consider a few and then, there she is. Thee tree. Somehow I get the perfect height.



My work is done.

Time for fun.



The house smells good. The tree will be taken down and woodchipped for the trails in the park.

Love,

Rose

p.s. This has nothing to do with getting a Christmas Tree, but I love cousin Eddie.




This is mother f'n commitment my friends!