We haven't managed Christmas lights on the outside of our house for several years. This year, while I was too afraid of the roof itself, I decided to set up our ladder and at least string a few around the wooden arch over our porch. (Though they are mostly blocked by our Dr. Suess tree.) I got them all finished and then ... they immediately went out. When Mike came home he replaced a fuse for me and, after they went right out again, asked me how many I'd strung together. "Only like five," I said.
"The box usually tells you how many you can put together," he told me--pulling a box from the garbage and reading, "may string up to two strands together."
Ha. "Oh."
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Oh, that little green bear getting a drink from the cup really is sweet. And I like you leaning along Mike diagonally like a couple of…I don't know, braces? trusses? those beams that hold up A-frame cabins?
Your Christmas lights look dreamy, too!
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