Woke up early this morning to the sound of breaking glass. HT and I flew out of bed, ran downstairs to find the beautiful Christmas tree we decorated yesterday sprawled on the living room floor, water and ornament shards everywhere.
Riley sat on the steps watching, crying and worrying Santa would not come if our tree didn't look pretty. Seth kept getting yelled at for coming too close in bare feet.
HT, sweeping up broken Christmas bulbs said, "You know that donation Cindy made toward the service dog?"
Cindy is the friend who found the kitten downtown and convinced us to take her in.
"Tell her she needs to double it."