It's starting to lean to the right at the top. Freaking tree. It photographs well. It is much worse than it looks. I decided since this one caused me so much stress, I'm not putting my second tree up. Bah Humbug! It's my fancy matching tree but it's too much work. I had left it together in past years, but Mom took it apart when she was staying with me. Much appreciated, but the thought of assembling, lighting and decorating an entire second tree makes me cringe. I also didn't get out any decorations. It's so much work, and I have so much crap in boxes in preparations to move one day, that it doesn't appeal to me.
This is my mischevious kitties hallmark collection. I only have three. Hint hint.
In completely unrelated photographic news, this is from my walk last Saturday on the towpath. In the snow. I got really muddy, but I got an extra workout in.
Also from my walk. That's the canal in the fulton in which I reside.
And last but not least, this is my Mom's mean bird. It bites me. She thinks I'm going to adopt it some day when her time is up. This bird will live 50 years. I'm soon to be 33. You do the math. But she loves this dang thing. She hates my cute (yet stinky) little shih tzu ball of fur, but loves this bird. You try to give a woman grandcats and dogs, and she wants a bird instead.