Lucy and I have had a series of very unfortunate events occur in our new living room over the past week. First, a live Christmas tree appeared. Though this should normally be a fun experience in our new home, it turned into a scene from an "I love Lucy" re-run. See the following conversation with the dog:"Lucy, what is that noise? Why are you staring at the Christmas tree?"
(Both Lucy and I stare at the tree)
"OH MY GOD!"
The GIANT TEN FOOT tree fell on the dog and me. Lucy's experiences of Christmas are, quite possibly, ruined forever. She's been staying far away from the tree since.
Second, according to Lucy, we have ruined her perception of HER living room completely. Not even three hours after the tree episode, we moved her old, yucky, hideous, college-dorm-looking couch to the media room and replaced it with a new, beautiful, elegant, AVAILABLE TO PEE ON, expensive couch. Logically, she felt the need to PEE ON IT immediately.
Lucy has since been banished from the living room forever. Santa may be taking back the extra large box of Buddy Biscuits. Goodbye Lucy. You may now sleep on your favorite, college-dorm-looking couch in the basement where you are apparently happy.
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