My mom loaned a small Christmas tree she found in her garage to us
this year. She swore it was a 6 footer. I guess if you count the
branch on the top that sticks up 8" by itself, it is. Tony pulled it
out of the box, assembled it and turns to me and says "You're a block-
head, Kristie Mendralla. You can't even pick out a Christmas tree."
Little crappy trees need love too.
