I guess I should mention the fact of why everyone left. Frank, my sweet caring and loving dog who is house trained to a T and only goes in the house if he's been up for a while, and only then he goes in the bathtub (it's a miracle I know). Well Frank decided to poop on my Christmas tree. Not under the tree or near the tree, but ON it. Like five branches up. It was distgusting. It dropped branch to branch to branch and then onto the floor. I had to cut tree branches off of the tree in order to clean up everything. Of course in doing so I cut a light wire.
Anyone who knows Hall and his weirdness of lights understands he is acting completely normal when he takes three hours to put our Christmas tree lights on and uses 1100 lights on an eight foot tree. I cut a wire, half the tree went black and I thought I was going to throw up. I felt horrible and then I was even more mad at Frank for doing what he did. Carri laughed through it all which helped me keep a level head. I was able to unwrap the lights get to the damaged wire, take it off the tree and rewire the rest of the lights. It was a mess.
Sunday Carri and I went to breakfast and then we went to the fields with Karin and ran the dogs. The majority of my pics are from there. We had a blast and I was sad to see her go home.
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