My little fake Christmas tree leans a little to the right. It's very sparse in "branches" and my ornaments are a motley mixture of random ornaments - some with stories behind them, some without. My favorite ornaments are the Tigger in his caroling outfit, the purple glass ball with gold dragonflies on it, and the glittery butterfly tree-topper.
It's the tackiest tree ever from a girl who doesn't even celebrate Christmas.
Needless to say, I love my Christmas tree.
While I was decorating the tree, stringing on the lights, I dropped them and broke one. I usually break one a year... Anyway, I carefully picked up the shards and resumed.
I was sure I got all of it until later, when I had to sit down on the ground to adjust something. I felt a weird sting in my tush...
Yessir, I sat on a piece of light bulb.
I cut my tush.
It's a Christmas miracle.
Happy tacky Christmas, kids! Laughter is the best medicine. Drink it up.
