Holiday disaster averted (barely)

We very nearly had a Griswold Christmas tree moment this weekend. Since we're in the new house with high ceilings, we figured we'd go for the gusto and get a big tree. Well, apparently we either underestimated the size of the tree we picked or overestimated the height of our ceilings, because when we huffed and puffed and finally jimmied the tree into the stand.....SCRRRRRRAAAAAPPPPPPPEEEEEEEEEE! The tree was too dang tall and it totally scraped the crap out of our ceiling! Bwa!

Rob had to get on the ladder and trim it pronto...and we eventually had to loosen the light bulb mere inches above it so the whole damn house didn't catch on fire.

Once we got the tree trimmed, Rob went to the garage to grab the Mega-Suck dry vac and I was looking a little closer at our tree. At our precariously tilted tree. About-to-fall-down-on-our-new-couch-tree. In a flurry of needles and sap and god-knows what else (squirrel?). On! Our! New! Couch! The leaning tower of Piza has nothing on us and this photo doesn't even do reality justice!!

But never fear, we caught it in time, and all was well. Until the annual tradition of puppy torture....

"damnit, Mom!" Oh wait, there's treats involved? Fake like you're having fun!Poor little abused puppy...his life is so rough.