Darby really fancies the table cloth I fashioned into a makeshift tree skirt. And by "fancies", I mean she is a complete and total nuisance and always messes it up, or fumbles around trying to lay on it and knocks half the needles off the tree and somehow manages to move the lights around.
When I took this picture, I had just caught her trying to get to the dirt the tree is potted in. She immediately looked at me like "Tree? What tree? Oh, that tree? Why would you even think I would want the dirt? Tree are gross."
We haven't put any presents out yet, because she's currently obsessed with cardboard and I know it would just end in heartbreak. If she wasn't so cute, I would sell her to the gypsies.
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