This picture does not do my lil house justice...but Scuba and I put up Christmas lights on Sunday. Oh my heavens...it was so much fun! The buying, moving the ladder, falling off said ladder, him hoisting me up cheerleader-style, and the final Clark Griswald tribute of plugging the lights in! (And like Sparky, I blew the fuse. Twice. The company seems to believe that only two strands can be joined -as directed on the box- and I tried to string together 5. They were right.) Anyway, Scuba didn't fight at all! He even let me boss him around and get all OCD with the direction of the lightbulbs and the twisting of the strands. He was a trooper! I don't know what those people are talking about that get in a Grinchy-Bah-Humbug mood when it comes to lights. It was quite the adventure!
When we were finished, I stood back and smiled so big. I had an overwhelming feeling of pride, Christmas spirit, and nesting. MY HOUSE IS LIT!
1 comment:
LOVE IT! Scuba is a good guy, any man who lets you boss him around and helps you put up Christmas lights rocks!
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