Matt channels Clark W. Griswold...

So...we put our lights up this weekend. It was an experience. Not fun in the least. Not festive. A lot like Clark Griswold in the Christmas Vacation movies. That same maniacal laughter when you've almost got it and the strand falls again. For the third time. It was at that point that I said (as sweetly as I could because I didn't want to get punched) "ummm honey...maybe we could just leave the bottom row and not have a top row? This is a little more work than I thought it would be." He growled (not an exaggeration) back at me "I'm not quitting now." Okie dokie. I'll just go in the house and mind my own beeswax. He did get it accomplished. With the help of a kind neighbor and his unbeliveably tall extension ladder. He got 'r done alright.
And it looks bee-u-ti-ful. If I do say so myself! Now if we could figure out how to put the screens back in the windows, all would be good again. We, being morons about such things, can't figure it out. I'm guessing there is an easier way to remove them and re-install them. Other than bending them in 1/2 and pushing with all your strength until they pop out. I'm thinking that isn't the way. Now we can't get them back in. Matt tried last night until one of them was nearly broken. I finally had to remove it from his hands until our brains weren't fried from holiday lighting fiascos. Otherwise I'd be buying replacement screens today.
Nope, today will be spent on decorating the inside -minus the tree- and getting the wreaths up. Then we will be completely Christmas-fied.