Plastic Christmas

Decorated our Christmas tree last night -- the sub-UrbanRugrat was transfixed by the blinking lights like some acid-dropping stoner at a Pink Floyd laser light show. Quite a scene.

We went with a plastic tree, much to my shame. Between the bling we dropped on new carpeting, plus the never ending cleaning we seem to be doing now that the sub-UrbanRugrat is soiling a diaper an hour, I just didn't have it in me to go through all of the hard work and hassle of hiring a maid to clean up the pine needles. Or do it myself, God forbid.

So now I'm living a plastic suburban life with a plastic tree, right? Maybe, but you know what? The tree looks awesome.

Plus, at least the sub-UrbanHound won't piss on it.