Okay..let me set the scene for you. Kari and I spent an hour and a half on Sunday evening decorating our tree. (Notice I said Kari and I...Steve thinks his Christmas duty is done once he unloads the tree from the top of the car to the tree stand!) Fast forward a couple of hours and Steve and I are in bed watching TV and just about to go off to sleep when we hear a crash. Steve looks at me and says "Do you think it was the Christmas tree?". Yes, honey, I think it was the Christmas tree. Neither one of us wants to get up and look because we know it can't be good. We get up and come around the corner and there is the d*** tree on it's side with ornaments everywhere and a nice puddle of water on the carpet. There were some choice words said by both of us and I didn't take any pictures because I was too mad/sad about our current situation.

So far, so good...the tree made it through the night! I swear, if this thing falls again it is going out to the trash and we are NOT having a Christmas tree this year...how's that for Christmas spirit???
Until next time...
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