The Sky And Everything Else In The World Is Falling

I wasn't going to drink tonight. I usually don't on Sunday to be fresh for work on Monday and seeing I pretty much knocked back 3/4's of a bottle of the Makers Mark last night I should lay low. I felt relatively fresh this morning considering.  I spent 7 hours decorating the Christmas tree today.  Approximately 300 or so ornaments, many Shiny Brights Brand, collectible from the 40's, 50's, 60's. I finally finished and sat at the computer to catch up on email and suddenly I hear a Whoosh! and the FUCKING TREE fell down.  I had lifted it back up and was crawling around on my hands and knees scooping up the broken devastation and suddenly behind me "Ohhh! Whoa! Whoosh!" my DAD TAKES A HEADER into the Widescreen HDTV reaching for something on the floor. He is crumpled on the floor looking no better than the broken bulbs off the tree.  I got him back up and secured in a chair and went back to cleaning up the tree. Lost about 25 or 30 bulbs. Sad. I am now drinking as I write. See the devastation below. That fucker is tied to the wall with wire now. The tree not my Dad.... but he is next.  It is no fun decorating a tree for the second time or giving your father a major snuggy by grabbing him by his belt to get him off the floor.