Don't Judge Me!

Yes, my outside Christmas lights look like a drunk chipmunk threw them in a blind fury.  Yes, it is obvious the chipmunk did not have access to a ladder, meaning the large Christmas ball decorations are all concentrated on the lowest branches of the trees.  Yes, only half of that one bush is covered in lights, not the top half or the bottom half, but a half somewhere in between.  Yes, the reindeer placement is pretty doggone random.  Yes, both free-standing tree structure thingies are on the same side of the yard and not nicely spaced, one on each yard section.  Yes, our house has joined the other festive houses on our cul-de-sac but has also probably brought down property values across the board because of fears about what kind of family (or chipmunk) lives here.

BUT I WAS TRYING TO HELP MY HUSBAND OUT-GIVE HIM ONE LESS ITEM ON HIS TO-DO LIST!  Really, I was! I have no idea what he uses to hang up those reindeer--do I really dare nail them into the wall of this house we are renting?  I don't know what you are supposed to do when you gather all the extension cords you can find and still can't figure out how to get that particular plug to meet that particular outlet.  I have no idea what on God's Green Earth you are supposed to do with that one string of lights that looks like an octopus and gets retangled every singe time you try to do something with it.  I also have no idea where to find the energy to actually FINISH the job once you've gotten frustrated, annoyed, and confused one too many times.

I don't know what my husband will say when he gets home tonight.  I'm guessing he will be chuckling to himself as he drives up.  He may hang his head a bit and quickly duck into the house so that no neighbor associates that mess with him.  I just hope that he thinks, at least for a moment, "Well, she tried."  I also hope he thinks, "I better make sure I get those outside lights done by December 1st next year so she doesn't touch them again."