Sunday, December 04, 2005


Just before closing, as the snow was turning to ice, we pulled into Flatsnoot's World Headquarters on Washtenaw, West of 23. Duke found us wandering among the Douglas Firs, and I told him the whole story. He laughed, said he was glad we'd found him, to take our time, and to come in for a nip when we'd chosen our tree. We each got a sweet little dixie cup of Hot Damn, paid our bit, and were on our way with smiles on our iced faces.

Alexis picked a pudgy little tree that takes up about 1/3 of our living room. We were too tired to start on the lights yesterday, so I decorated it temporarily with my wool socks. Looks quite festive, actually.