We’ve decided to put up a Christmas tree for the first time ever. We’ve not really done it before because we have cats.
Cats + Christmas trees = Mayhem.
I don’t really know why we’ve decided to try to run the gauntlet this year, perhaps because we now only have two cats instead of six, but we have.
We do have a tree though. Its been sitting in a large box on the top shelf of a closet for years.
I was tasked with extracting it from said closet so that we could put it up for this year. This was not a simple task, as there were other large tupperware type crates packed in around it, full of other stuff.
So as I am pulling the very first of the surrounding large crates down, it is apparently heavier than I expected.
So it tilts toward me.
And I try to compensate.
And the lid is not secured because it is overfilled.
And the world comes crashing down around me.
Actually, not around me. ON ME.
This tree better look F’ing Fantastic, I tell you!
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This is what happens when you go from no Christmas, to Clark Griswald in one year. And *I* think this means Santa is going to bring you something extra great this year!
Ouch! That’s a sign to buy a real tree that you can throw away at the end of the season.
Kelly: I don’t remember Clark ever getting his nose crushed off. Still I should be thankful I don’t have an exploding cat (touch wood).
Chickie: And I do so love the smell of pine. And you don’t have to pack the real ones away precariously in the closet when you are done with them.
OMG!
the song oh christmas shold now be said as oh christmas tree, how dagorus are your branches anyway that happend to me once but with a vase but i cort it on time tho soz for the speel bad speller
davidthecool: I’d be willing to sign a petition to have a warning label put on Christmas Tree boxes.