After the people at the Christmas tree lot assured Evan that our tree would indeed not catch on fire, we finally came home with a tree. And as predicted, Bams, our oldest dog, freaked the fuck out. They’ve now settled their differences and Bams has proved he’s no longer scared by eating one of the ornaments. In all fairness, the polar bear ornament with present in hand did resemble a cookie and if I didn’t know any better may have confused even me. But personally, I would’ve gone for the gingerbread guy.

This year, I’ve done things a little different. I was hellbent on decorating with pink, turquoise and some extra sparkle, and I would’ve decked out the entire tree if some personal ornaments didn’t clash with my new decor. To solve the issue, I did a his and her side. The Husband’s ornaments face the window, or what I like to think of, the Barneys holiday window display of Christmas ornaments.


The Moose represents an old nickname, just in case you were like, huh?

My turn. The Hers:

Even Noralini Zucchini enjoyed watching us decorate.

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