We got our Christmas lights put up on the house. My oldest punk worked right along side Ol’Blue Eyes.
Ol’ Blue Eyes fell off the ladder. He started stepping down off the ladder and it folded up on him and he fell. He’s a little bruised and scraped up, but he’s ok. Between falling through the ceiling getting decorations down, and now falling off the ladder, he’s having a rough start to Christmas, but just like a trooper, he got right back up and finished the lights…
and then walked straight into the kitchen to console himself.
I’m just kidding. This was actually the next day. See, his shirt is different.
Don’t judge him! It’s been a rough Christmas so far!