Christmas trees are always a little sad on New Year's day. Yesterday they were a sparkly and romantic symbol of a festive season. Today they are sad, giftless, droopy and just taking up valuable living room space. Tree, you have served us well but today you get your walking papers.
Wait a second, it appears last night's party guests took it upon themselves to leave their mark (and most of the wine bottles) on my tree.
Actually a few marks.
Why its tree graffiti in the form of all the holiday decor from the mantle relocated into the tree. All the more convenient for packing up the holiday decor later today I suppose. (They also relocated half the contents of the garage into Jeff's car. So special, my party guests.)
Oh and the last two cold Diet Cokes. I had gone straight from my bed to the fridge and was upset to find it devoid of Diet Coke. I was quite pleased to find one in the tree actually.
I shouldn't be surprised by my mischevious party guests, I just figured we were more mature than the children.
Not pictured is the pile of poop Brody left on the hearth. Just like a dog to take mischief a touch too far.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Oh and Party Guest Ringleader, I know where you live!
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