our christmas tree committed suicide
December 12, 2002, 11:04 pm
I was going to write you a lovely story about my first gym experience today, but (much like guests on Letterman or the like) that topic has been preempted by more pressing news.
Our Christmas tree fell down.
Not either of the artificial trees, oh no, our keul-la-gra, 12 feet high, real freakin' tree. The one all the neighbors can see. The one with all the ornaments that are older than my dad.
It not only fell and obliterated aforementioned antique ornaments, but it continued its path of destruction by collapsing onto the coffee table, where it raped and pillaged the porcelain Nativity scene with wanton abandon. A priceless vase, given to my grandmother by a dear friend, was almost considered a casualty, until we discovered that the dozen red and white roses it contained broke the tree's fall.
Three lucky people will get Polaroid footage of the coffee table wreckage.
*sigh* I'm going to help Yaya anchor our defeated tree to the wall with some wire...