Of course, it wouldn't be tree-trimming without Christmas music. As I mentioned yesterday, there are a number of tunes that make Chester writhe in pain, so we started with those...
|Foghorn "helped" by hanging ornaments off her pants,|
ensuring that the decorating process would take
twice as long.
|Yeah, The Vulcan refused to touch those ornaments.|
|The Vulcan arrived just in time, as usual -- after the tree |
had been hauled in from the garage, assembled, and
half the ornaments hung.
|It didn't take long for The Inmates to become tired|
and they began the first of their innumerable
|It's a long process with |
|Oinkers as the tree topper.|
|Chester finally lost her sense of humor.|
|The Professor puts on the finishing touch.|
|Foghorn got the honor of turning on the lights, but during|
the countdown Chester cracked her knee on the cat
perch concealed behind the curtain. A few minutes later she
nearly fell backwards into the glass door of my antique china cabinet.
|Ready for presents!|
|The whole experience was just exhausting.|
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