So we put up out Christmas tree and lovingly put up our ornaments. And by lovingly, I mean we all fought and argued and were annoyed by the time we finished. Good times.
Three hours later, all of us sound asleep, we heard a huge, thundering crash.
The tree had fallen over.
Ornaments crushed, destroyed, tree looking sad and pathetic, and one very prissy cat sitting on the back of the couch carefully washing her face, a job well done.
The good thing is, the cat did NOT get to the freshly baked cookies, so really, all is well.