On Sunday morning we dragged the tree out and prepared to have a perfect morning of putting the tree up as a family so we could, you know, create a few pleasant memories for Emily. Upon opening the box we noticed a peculiar ball of what looked like yarn. I then saw the mouse poop…. Apparently, mice decided to take up residence in our Christmas tree box which was on the top shelf in the garage. I guess the little buggers can climb. I high tailed it to the kitchen in case a mouse decided to scare the bejesus out of us and hop out of the tree. It didn't help matters that the cats were very interested in the tree. So the tree got put up with out any mice jumping out , no swearing at the lights, and I managed to hold back the tears as I put up Kevin's ornaments…..Success!!
Later we headed to Joanna's for dinner. She has been on bed rest for a week so we all pitched in to cook a feast.
My dear husband put the fruit, cheese, and veggie trays together.. who knew?
*Please note the large bandage on my mom's head.
While it would be far more interesting to tell a story of how we all drank too much and there was a drunken brawl, you can clearly see that she is perfectly sober. A much more plausible story would be that she tripped on the front porch and face planted on the concrete. Don't worry, we made fun of her the whole night. Here was our solution to covering the wound.
I don't think Ava would mind giving up her headband for such a good cause. Oh and excuse the bad picture, my camera is on the fritz. I managed to break a waterproof, shockproof, supposedly unbreakable camera. My new one should be here tomorrow. I can stop verbally abusing my old one due to it deciding when it wants to flash.
A good time was had by all, even dear old Brutus.