Mom and I watched all kinds of cheesy-fun holiday movies on television over the weekend and I've got a bad case of decking the halls. To get into the swing of things, we even went and saw the new version of A Christmas Carol in 3-D IMAX, shelling out $18 a ticket! It fun, and totally not a "kid's show". We got to plunge through 3-D snowflakes while staying warm and cozy with our popcorn.
Mom and I also saw New Moon. Ben outright refused to go, which was just fine; I don't think he'd have appreciated it nearly as much as we did (and if you've seen it, you know what I'm talking about - the men seem to be suffering a shirt-shortage in Forks.) Now THAT was one I'd like to see in 3-D...
Anyway, when we wandered through one of the first fragrant tree stalls of the season, I just couldn't drag myself away from the pine-scented glory of it all. I wanted a little tree - you know, a table-top tree, for our apartment.
But you now how love goes...while I was looking around for what I thought was the "perfect" tree (handsome, rich, manly yet sensitive...), the perfect tree for me crept up and had its way with me.
This not-so-little fellow was hanging around on 9th Avenue propped seductively against a fence, needles splayed provocatively, smoking a cigarette in his sleek black leather jacket. I had to go back and pick him up.
The nice tree man wrapped him up "to go" for us.
Va-va-voom! Check out the bright green plumage.
Mom "helped" from a safe distance.
Currently, he's lounging in the corner, naked, drinking up a storm. The tree I mean; the boy has a sore throat and is sleeping.
Ben had to run buy a new stand for the tree first, though, because somebody got all crazy with purging the closets and tossed our perfectly good metal tree stand out a few months ago (along with all the holiday lights, which you know were taking up so much space).
Meanwhile, Mom flew home today. She isn't sure what exactly a blog is, but she says "Hey there everybody!"