My cats destroyed Aggie Stackhaus' Christmas tree
It's true.
My mom forgot about it.
My mom put up her own tree already.
My mom won the Aggie Stackhaus tree.
My mom met me at my place and asked me to take her to pick it up in my truck.
My mom then asked me to keep it at my place until I can get to her house in
DeSoto.
My mom then proceeded to plug the tree in.
My mom then told me it was mine for the year.
Now, it's in my living room.
Stackhaus named the tree "Victorian Dream."
Stackhaus decorated it with pink bulbs, a pink Santa and lots of pink metal
ice cream cones.
My mom thinks I'm a pretty princess.
Stackhaus thinks "Victorian" means ice cream cones.
The tree lasted half of one night.
Imagine how bad it would have been if my cats had supported the dog park?
Here's the foot soldier sons-of-bitches in this War on Christmas.
Next year: the cats are going to take a crack at Frances Semler's Nativity scene.
The lesson: bungee cords!
-- Alan Scherstuhl
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