Friday, December 11, 2009
The Tangled Webs She Weaves
Yesterday, I went outside to deck the house with Christmas lights. I'm a bit late to the show this year, but there's been a lot of the plate so cut me a little slack. The truth about me is that I am not very organized, but when it comes to my Christmas lights, I am as precise as a surgeon. The outdoor lights spend their 11 month slumber neatly placed in their own storage box in the garage. A place for every bulb and every bulb in its place because I would hate to have to deal with a tangled disaster next December.
The box was open, I had my high powered staple gun ready to rock and the lights were well on their way to showtime. There is one shrub in front of the house where 2 sets of hands come in, well, handy I guess. The shrub is close to the side of the house so I usually stand on one side and hand the strand of lights to my wife on the other side and together we wrap the lights around said shrub.
Things were going very well, that is until the wifey came around the shrub and handed me what looked like an electrical nightmare. This is not how I handed them to her between the wall and the green leaves less than 12 seconds ago. No, what I handed her 12 seconds ago was as well organized as a perfectly rolled up garden hose. The picture above is what was returned to me, delivered with a guilty and apologetic smile followed by an outburst of laughter from both of us. "What the Hell is this, Griswald?" I asked once I was able to breathe and the cramp in my side had given way to the tears rolling down my face. She had no explanation for what had happened and was saved by the ringing of her cell phone. Off she scampered, and there I stood alone with my bulbs and wires. THANKS HONEY! MErry christm....................