This morning as I was walking down the stairs, half-asleep, my husband came running up and blocked my path with his frame. He placed both hands on the stairway walls--preventing me from taking another step--and said, Good morning, babe. I was suspicious. Good morning? I said in return. He began speaking slowly with a tone that alerted me that something was terribly wrong. Last night, around 11pm, the Christmas tree attempted suicide, he said as calmly as possible. Were you able to save it? I said hopefully. No. It fell over. There was no saving it. I tried to clean up the mess as best I could but there were some ornament casualties. I was calm. Okay, I can handle this. It cant be that bad, I thought. I was wrong. It was bad. About a third of my ornaments from my beloved tree lay shattered. My Christmas house tour was in two days and the house lay in shambles. Literally. To be continued.... p.s. Its going to be a very long weekend, but Im going to power through! Ack!
Posted on: Sat, 06 Dec 2014 15:22:23 +0000