I love the scent of fresh, evergreen Christmas trees. I was siting on the couch next to the tree breathing in the fragrance. But wait...what else do I smell? AAGHH where is that damn cat?
As I frantically searched through the branches and piled presents-the tree began doing the T-I-M-B-E-R thing and splashed the water from the stand everywhere. The mystery was solved. The cat had peed in the water at the base of the tree and I had splashed it all over the presents. I slogged through the drippy wrap and ribbon, righted the tree; grabbed the waterlogged presents and then made a snap decision to cop a bottle of wine out of the bar and go share it with my neigbor. I could have cried and screamed instead but thought this was a much better alternative.
Unfortunately I locked the door as I left and my purse was in the bedroom. This could have been problematic because my husband was out of town but keeping with the Christmas spirit, I never missed a beat and kept walking toward my neighbors front door.
My daughter came home and unlocked the door, the bottle of wine was finished in about 45 minutes, and the cat is still hiding out in the woods where I sailed the Christmas tree stand.
