Aahh...

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.