One of the most frustrating Christmas events is the lights suddenly go out on the tree in the middle of trying to arrainge them. Then you can't find the reason, be it a burned out fuse, which is usually hidden in the plug case. So you find the burnt fuse and can't replace it because you don't seem to have a replacement fuse. That is when the more colorful adverbs and descriptions about the parentage of said plug and string of lights suddenly comes into question. This is when the command decision is made to give up for the night and wait till the morning when you can find a few extension cords to fix said problem. The lesson for the day kids, don't plug to many strings of lights together in a chain. Even though they make your tree all shiny and sparkly take my word for it the more conservative you are with your lights the better in the long run and you won't suffer the ills of guilt for saying unsavory things. So Tomorrow I make a plan and re-string the lights so Mona and myself have a happy sparkly tree to enjoy without the irrational verbage. HO HO HO.
Peace and Balance,
John
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