I have a sickness

We went to the Trans Siberian Orchestra concert again this year.  I got us better seats, better seats than the photos suggest.  It was the same show as last year, but they changed out the stage this time, which I liked better.  We took Addie with us this time, but since it was on a Wednesday, Taylor was unable to attend.  Maybe next year . . .

Why do the Christmas lights always get so tangled? 

I put Jack in charge of stringing the lights on the real tree this year.  Christmas Tree lights shall never wrap around any tree of mine, and it took some time for him to do it correctly.  There are 7 strings of lights on that tree, and he did a good job of it . . . after taking some lights off and making him redo it.  If the tree looks like its leaning, that's because it is.  Not good.  It fell over not long after all the lights were on.  So I made a trip to Walmart to get a new tree stand, hoping that was the weak link.  WARNING:  DO NOT GOT TO WALMART ON THANKSGIVING SATURDAY.  THERE IS NOTHING YOU NEED THAT BADLY.  It was a mess.  Luckily I got in and out without too much trouble, but it was really, REALLY bad.

Here is our tiny tree in the entry way. 

After the tree fell over  -- not once, but twice -- we finally got some bricks to stabilize it.  It's really not leaning in this picture, the whole photo is crooked.  It hasn't fallen again.  There were a few glass ornament casualties as a result of the falls, 2 more of my "bubble" ornaments among others.  I started with 6 bubbles many years ago.  We lost 2 the year Addie pulled the tree down and 2 more this year.  Makes me sad, they are favorites.

After we got all the trees (4) decorated, I realized that either I need to stop buying/acquiring ornaments or I will need a 5th tree soon.  We all know that there is no chance I'm going to stop getting ornaments, so I will start shopping the after-Christmas sales for that 5th tree sometime soon.

We got a delightfully huge snow storm yesterday.  Well, it was delightful once I drove safely home from work and promptly changed into my jammies.  We missed Jack's trombone lesson and I missed yoga, but there was no way I was going out again.  Lane started a fire and we spent a pleasant evening at home. 

Well, pleasant for me.  Lane had to drive to work in it that night. 

Why can't it storm only on the weekends?