Here I am at our favorite tree lot with Jinka--no wait--I mean Santasaurus. We go to the same lot almost every year that we get a bona-fide genu-INE pine tree. It's an odd little convenience store near the Fairgrounds and Neomonde that has the best trees at prices so low it makes me wonder if they're some kind of money laundering cover for a major drug syndicate. But then, I don't think a drug cartel would go to the trouble of baking homemade candy pies (?!) or carrying tri-color coconut bars and other candy from long, long ago (possibly the self-same bars). The people working there are always really sweet. They seem to *want* to be there, which is generally a good sign that a business is treating them well, too. So, unless it an aluminum tree year, we always visit these guys. Note that I have no idea what the name of the business is. I'm bad that way.
Posing with the Frasier Firs! The only kind of Fir I approve of (get it? It's a pun. Take that, Chinese government!) There are many elements of this photo that make it a crappy photo, but I can't get over how cute Jinksie looks while asking to be picked up, doing that dance he does, while wearing that santa coat. So...much...cute!
And...well, I had to post this one because I love how they're both making the same goofy face! That's my husband, Scott, incidentally.
So yeah, we have a tree, but we still haven't put the lights or decorations on it so that's part of why I feel under Xmased. I've been watching the Hallmark parade of people accidentally getting mixed up one way or another and consequently finding love at Xmas, movies. So I'm not doing too bad. I need cookies and carols. Gotta work on that. Stay tuned.
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