It has begun

Nothing enrages me more than setting up the Christmas tree. We have a fake one that weighs 300 pounds, the only good thing is that it's pre-lit. I'm sitting here, out of breathe, drinking coffee. They are giggly and all "happy", trimming the tree. Being enraged enrages me. Almost time to make my pecan pie. Oh, I've got to go check on my hens, their door is still open. Maybe I'll score some eggs for the pie. Wish me luck poo poo pants.