I’m still full, thankyouverymuch.
Despite my newfound rotundness (rotundosity? rotundacy? rotundity?), I still managed to get all the Christmas lights hung by the stockings with care. Er, sorry – that didn’t make any sense, did it? There might be a little tryptophan left in my system.
Let’s try this again.
I put the Christmas lights up all around the roofline, the front door, the banister up the stairs to the front door, etc. We even got a couple of those lit-up deer with the moving heads. The heads are motorized so that passing drivers might think that we have live miniature deer on our lawn, festooned with tiny little lights. There’s a buck and a doe, although I’d really like to spend the thirty dollars to get a second doe. If you’ve got to paint the buck gold and cover him in more lights than Liberace had sequins, the least you can do is give him a second girl to play with. Or a second girl to be seen with, considering our neighbors.
It’s hard to enjoy rigging the lights on the roof, but I explained all that a couple years ago. The results are sure worth it though. Again, we went with the icicle lights