I'd been feeling very sorry for myself and thinking I wasn't going to put up a Christmas tree or decorate or any of that nonsense ...
Then my niece was born (two weeks early) and suddenly I was like: MUST MAKE COOKIES. MUST PUT UP TREE. MUST ... DO ... EVERYTHING.
So that's what's going on around here.
We did erect the ol' faux tree. Which: I sort of hate fake trees because they don't smell good and they look stupid because they're too perfect. But! They are mighty convenient.
Since we put the tree up, Murray's been staring at it longingly. That cat wants to be in that tree, eating my bird ornaments. There's no doubt about it. He has his eye on a red one near the top with impressive tail feathers.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to bake things and go torture my poor sister some more.