Weekend, Nothing to Say, Work in Progress

We got our tree today. Or I should say, Jim went out, found the cheapest thing with real pine needles and squished it between the bookshelf and the old phonograph. The picture shows as far as Madeleine and I got before she got bored and dumped a bowl of water on her bird collection and I freaked out about the water and exposed wires from where the dog chewed up the lights last year. We left the rest of the decorating to the baby but he doesn't seem to be making much headway, unless headway means staring in fascination at the ladder. I thought he'd be trippin like a Deadhead on the lights, but no. The giant green ladder rocks his world. It's almost as fascinating as boiling macaroni. So I hear a spiced rum and cider calling my name. "Mignon. MIGNON!! Mignoooooon? Min!Yone!" Damn spiced rum and cider! I will drink you until you are gone. Get! In! My! Tummy!