Christmas lights are one of the most ill-conceived inventions ever foisted on an unsuspecting consumer public with the intent of promoting a festive holiday spirit. The ones in our house are sentient. They have a consciousness, and a malevolent one at that, never mind their facade as pretty little lights. They purpose to tangle, every bulb with every other bulb during the process of unravelling, with the sole intent of irritating the socks off of me. There’s no other rational, level-headed explanation for it. Couldn’t be.
*sigh*
At least the little beasties are on the tree. Did some Christmas shopping last night with Aaron… I don’t think we have a clue how to shop. We mapped out a route that would allow us to cover the entire mall in the most efficient manner, and we executed surgical shopping strikes in select stores, entering, making a beeline for the gift, purchasing, then evacuating the area with minimum of disturbance. It was fun hanging out with him.
Christmas party at my house this Saturday at 7:30. You’re all invited if you’re in the area and free that evening :o)