Last night David strung lights on Christmas tree.
William began gnawing on lights.
Kathy went bananas, envisioning surgery to pick shards out of William’s GI tract.
William said he didn’t care. Ernest said he didn’t care either.
David distracted William and Ernest.
This morning Kathy picked up tree, sopped up water, dragged lights to higher altitude, considered going back to bed.
Kathy regrets she didn’t get a shot of tree lying on its side, blocking entrance to kitchen.
William and Ernest said if Kathy had gotten up and fed them the first time they pounced on her, she wouldn’t be sitting here now, thinking about dragging tree to dumpster.