We loosely decided that today would be tree-getting day, and I use the term loosely loosely. It was just understood that since I was huddled under a blanket on the futon on Sunday with the Zombie Flu, and Magnum was
Magnum and I were up at a decent hour, and I left to go crime-bustin' before anyone else was up. When I returned in the early afternoon, everyone except Chaco had been up for "a little while" and was fixing or eating breakfast/lunch/whatever they call it. But Chaco was up and in the shower, so Mag and I took the dog for her beauty walk, thus giving Chaco time to primp and eat breakfast/lunch/whatever he calls it.
So the dog's all walked, everyone is sufficiently fed, but... Wolfgang's gone out for a run before the next storm moves in.
Okay, next time all five of us are home at the same time with nothing scheduled for a while, throw a net over us!
I've resisted for all these years, but the artificial tree idea is starting to appeal...