OK, OK! I give. The relentless pounding of holiday imagery, music and good cheer of those around me has made me succumb. I will get an effing tree, alright? Now get off my back.
Actually, I have been debating using these lit up ficus trees I have been storing in our basement since our wedding. This would eliminate the pupster from messing with it...hopefully. However, I feel they might be too top heavy once I put ornaments on them and one little bump into one of them and all my beautiful glass ornaments would be in ruins. On the other hand, bringing the great outdoors indoors may be too tempting for Utley to alleviate himself upon said decoration. Oh the great decisions we must make in life!
Either way, it appears I will be dragging all of the Christmas storage bins from the attic to unwrap ornament after ornament this weekend. Of course, this is always made slightly more appealing by the nice steaming hot toddies we down while slurp down while untangling the damn lights. Why is it every year I carefully wrap the lights up at the end of the season, but then when I retrieve them from storage they have somehow become a tangled mess? It's one of life's great mysteries, like the socks disappearing in the dryer.
Anyhoo - as a reward for decorating a tree, I am going to torture the dogs by putting one in a santa hat and one in antlers and make them pose in front of the tree. If I must suffer, everyone must suffer!
It could be worse, I could've been planning something like this (or even worse yet, my neighbors could've been planning something like this!!!):
Peace, love and all that bullshit,
Liss
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