Okay, by now you all know I’m a Christmas fanatic. I play Christmas music with the first snow, whether it’s September or November (Just ask the Girls). So needless to say, it’s no surprise that we put up our Christmas tree (we have an artificial one because our daughter is allergic to real ones), over Thanksgiving.
Here’s the thing you may not know about me (don’t tell anyone, okay?). I struggle with Christmas tree lights. I mean, what’s the deal. Do I need a Ph.D. in engineering to string them on the tree or what?
Last year the tree was near perfection when I decided it was time to plug in the lights. Suddenly, I noticed that they weren’t, well, connected. As in, plugged in to each other. In other words, I had strings of lights totally unrelated to one another. Come to think of it, some of my sentences are the same way.
So, my husband says to me, “Di, you need to start with the plug side here, and the prong side here." Like that should mean something to me. Seeing my blank stare, he demonstrates while I munch on the popcorn I plucked from the tree, throw in guttural sounds to assure him I’m listening, and continue watching It’s a Wonderful Life
I admit I have the attention span of a bird, but excuse me, if someone has to take more than one breath while giving me instructions, I'm off to the movies. This little character trait of mine causes my principal husband endless grief, I can tell you.
You’ll be happy to note, however, that this year I did follow hubby’s advice (he kidnapped my credit card), and our Christmas tree is bright and blinking as I type this.
Yes, people, she can be taught!
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