Dum, dum ... out go the lights!

If you ask Dad he might make a convincing argument that today we are out to destroy everything. Maggie made a valiant effort to bring down the tree earlier when she was halfway up and Dad decided to squirt her with water to motivate her out. Well, when she jumped out she managed to snag a string of lights and Dad had to catch the tree. Then later tonight Dad was on the phone with an old friend catching up when he heard me jump back and hit the glass door and blinds and the lights went out -- now I'm not going to admit to chewing the cord, but let's say one half of it is broken now. (And I'm OK) So it looks like the lights will be staying off the rest of this Christmas.