When it comes to shopping, I diverge with my gender. I actually enjoy shopping with Diane, and make occassionally helpful suggestions when it comes to clothes, shoes and the like. In a weak moment, Diane might even admit I have good taste.Then there are wedding shoes. Before our wedding (which seems the most appropriate time to shop for wedding shoes) we were looking and looking. And looking. And I eventaully realized that we weren't actually shopping for wedding shoes, we were just looking at wedding shoes.
After that, Diane was on her own with the shoes. (And she eventually found lovely ones.)
So yesterday, because Frankie's still home, we went looking for a giant cut-it-yerself tree. I know we don't need a giant tree, but we do have tall ceilings and a nine-foot tree would look damn cool. (We have friends in New Jersey who have one of those let's-stay-married side agreements where Dick gets to buy any sized tree he wants -- like 15 feet -- and Marilyn doesn't try to talk sense to him any more.)
So we drive to Twain Hart, which is an hour away, and walk around both sections of this very nice tree farm. And, I will admit, some of their trees were of the mutant variety. (The Forest of Lost Trees, Frankie called it, although we did not see Herbie the Elf...) Some, however, were quite lovely -- at least from two sides.
Anyway, we did not purchase a tree. Frankie was bummed.
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Be careful -- you don't want to mess with the Ents.
What, you didn't buy a tree? And they still let AD fondle that one in the picture? -NSOD
They asked us to leave soon after
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