I have been, for years, wanting to have Christmas lights down the length of our fence. I finally bought the lights, went out in the freezing snowing outdoors, and hung those beauties up. And I admired them all night. And told my kids multiple times how proud I was of myself for getting them out there.
That was last night.
This morning, after being rear ended on the way to school, I came home to find that Cooper had somehow reached through the fence and literally ripped apart every strand of lights. Smashed the giant light bulbs, shredded the cords.
I must say just a tiny bit of me died.
December, I had higher hopes for you.
As for Cooper? He somehow still weaseled his way in here:
I think he looks sorry, though.
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