This morning after such a full and exciting Friday we all slept in until 7:30. When we woke up we put on our hats and drove to the Kroger to get a few basics for the weekend like salad and salsa and tortilla chips. It had been so long since I had shopped at a non-organic, non-chichi, plain old grocery that I felt a little overwhelmed trying to push around the oversized grocery basket through an oversized store with oversized endcap displays and oversized aisles of potato chips and PopTarts. Whew.
The second and more pleasant phase of our mission involved a trip to Teas Nursery to pick out a Christmas tree. While we were looking at the sweetgum trees, John Teas asked us if we needed help. I told him that the sweetgums were a little too tall to fit in our car (did he also hear me when I told Matt I didn't want to pay $54 for a tree this year?). He kindly helped us select a short, stout (and less expensive, cough) holly. Now I can say I have bought a bike from Joy Boone, and a Christmas tree from John Teas. Nice.
Merry Christmas. Santa has already visited Beverly's house next door, as evidenced by the reindeer bells and clomping on the roof that Matt and I heard right before Baby Bedtime (and caused us to wonder if our water heater was about to explode).
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