Today at 5:35 am, we lost our beloved thrifted White Christmas tree in a terrible cat-related accident. The kitties are fine, but the tree did not survive the fall from the table. Unable to bring myself to take a photo of the “after” scene, I prefer to remember the little white Disco tree as it once was.
Rest in peace, little tree. You will be missed.
We’ll be putting everything breakable in the china cabinet from now on. Donner and Oscar are so lively at night these days, it’s probably for the best. I’m sure they’ll grow out of it at some point. Won’t they?
I’m off to console myself with some cross-stitching of Kenny Powers now. It’s a simple and funny pattern. Just what the doctor ordered. Oh, and chocolate. I’m pretty sure the doctor recommended chocolate as well.