Our 9′ Christmas tree fell down…twice. Once last night and after we got it back up and put the ornaments that weren’t broken back on it, it fell down again at 3AM. I finally fall back asleep, only to be waken up by a certain fat beagle that wants to go for a walk and get fed at 6am. This is why I don’t have children.
Needless to say, I’m not in a good mood this morning, I’m pretty convinced that if this is how my morning started, the rest of the day is going to suck, and I can’t wait for all this Christmas bullshit to be over.