When I asked John about his memory of the Corsicana Christmas tree, he remembered it pretty much the same as myself BUT he reminded me that somehow.....either riding in on that blankity blank tree or from the door being opened for so long hauling the mother in, we ended up with a mouse in the house! That in and of itself is reason enough to call it a day for me. It is already well documented that I don't live and move and have my being in the midst of vermin. Really really really when I make a memory, a lot of times odors and varmits are slap dab in the midst of it.
Hmmmmm........somebody may be messing with me........
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