I feel like Charlie Brown when he puts that Christmas ornament on his little tree and it folds over....AUGH.
I love to keep our Christmas tree up and lit til after Epiphany. Family tradition since I was a little tyke 50+ years ago.
I loved to sit at night with lights out and just look at the tree and remember the good times of the past.
Today my wife tells me MY DOG peed on the tree again. AUGH...
I guess I snapped. Don't !@#$%ing tell me the dog pissed on the tree...JUST CLEAN IT UP.
That's what I do. Like NIKE says..."JUST DO IT!"
So I got my kids off their phones and Netflix, and they put away the ornaments and lights and decorations. I took down the tree, and dragged it down to basement.
Then I washed the carpet and mopped the wood floor and deodorized the zone. 11 year old male pitbull piss does not smell like roses.
NOW I'm sad. But I will not be dragged down, I'm taking a shower, heading out into the torrential rains and I'm gonna buy a little damn tree and put it in my studio in basement and continue on with my !@#$ing Christmas despite the haters and slackers in my house. They cannot kill my 12 Days of Christmas Yuletime Joy DAMMIT!
End of rant...Merry Freakin' Christmas!