Decorating the Chirstmas tree is one of my favorite activites of all time. I look forward to it every year. Unwrapping each ornament and recollecting from where it came is a joy in its purest form. Who knew my joy would turn to apprehensive terror. Careful selection of ornaments has replaced my joyous retrospection.
Rosie and Peanut Louis are Satan's spawns. In the words of Edward Cullen (Twilight reference), Christmas decorations are like their "own personal heroine". Who needs cat toys when there's tinsel and shiny things everywhere. If my girls wouldn't disown me I'd offer them as lunch to the workers who are still giving me headaches from the incessant drilling and hammering from next door...so much for finishing in a month.
I still haven't put any of the breakable ornaments on the tree. We're attempting to 'train' the cats with squirt guns, but since they both love water, we may have to find another method. Any and all suggestions accepted!
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