Wherein it All Comes Crashing Down
I am not a big believer in signs. But.
Pete called to tell me that Hulk Hogan is to reign as king of Bacchus in 2008. I should have known then. But.
I got home and picked up Sun to nurse her. As I sat down, I heard a distinct “tink tink tink,” and looked to see a line of branches moving downward on the Christmas tree. An ornament had fallen. Weird. I looked closer at the tree and noticed it was leaning. A lot. I looked even closer and noticed–gasp!–it was moving and leaning! I yanked Sun away from me, jumped up and ran for the tree. I was not fast enough. It came down with a mighty crash accompanied by screams from Sun (or was that me?)! It landed right on top of Sun’s gymini and Bumbo:
Pine needles were everywhere. Bumble, so proud just days before, hid face-down in shame:
Amazingly, there was only one casualty and two injuries: one new ornament broke and could not be fixed and two angels each broke a wing. They are recovering in the Ornament Hospital along side the shepherd from the manger who lost his head whilst in the attic this past year. All three are recovering nicely:
Coincidence that my In-laws are due to arrive in twenty-four hours? I fear not.