I put the tree up last night with
You know, like those glitzy gold limbed Xmas trees from the 1970s. Or the ones from the - what was it, fifties or sixties - where they started making the ones out of blue and pink tinsel?
Oh yeah, they looked all great and modern at the time, but looking back at one now and it's a bit like a relic someone dragged out Liberace's closet. Yes. That will one day be our disco tree. Hubby was cooking a steak while we put up the tree, and he sort of leaned against the bar to see what we were doing. After a few minutes of watching me trying to stabilize this thing in the base and said, "I think next year we should get new tree."
Okay, fine. So the disco tree was MY choice. ~_~* I told him he could pick the tree next time just as long as what he drags home is pre-lit. (I do NOT untangle lights. Nope. I've had that claus stricken from my domestic contract as of 2004.)
At any rate, the tree is up, and it's serving its purpose... which is to currently give Mini something to swat at every ten minutes. "Mini, get off that tree!" *sigh*
Santa will definitely have to bring all the presents at the last minute this year. No way I'd be able to keep them from Little Sticky Fingers. :P
Happy Wednesday everyone!