If you haven’t heard, there’s no tree this year. Monster puppy has broken TOOOO many things, and the only tree we have is a small fake one in the window with vintage ornaments (don’t tell my mom, but he broke her train set that goes around the tree). It’s not the same this year without the smell of fresh pine, or my cat, Olivia hiding under the tree. I guess I shouldn’t complain, it’s not everyday you get a puppy that loves you unconditionally and cries when you leave the room. Wait a second, I should be complaining…he may cry when I leave the room, but he steals my pants, put a hole in the posterior portion of my Juicy Couture velour pants, loves my bras (I guess he has a thing for padding), and feels the need to poop and pee in the house when it’s too cold to go outside. Can you tell he’s growing on me? 😉
PS This was our pretty tree last year.