That's what was left of my deck after my housewarming party in July. I know it wasn't my guests' fault (OH! She Who Shall Not Be Named is apparently not a realtor for the same prestigious brokerage anymore...I can't find her on the website. I assumed she would quit her job and begin life as a Fat Housewife [yeah, I said it, you should see all the Lane Bryant and fat underwear catalogs I get here for her] as soon as she unloaded this house.), but... Still. Scared.
Here's my tree! A lame picture of it, with the lights in my living room off. It is very difficult to photograph a silver tinsel tree when it's all lit up in broad daylight! Especially with my crappy camera. (Attn, Santa: please bring new digital camera this year.) It is a completely secular tree, well, as secular as a "Christmas" tree can get, anyways. Santa sits on top of it.
Dante keeps knocking the ornaments off and chasing them all over the house.
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