... was the sentiment bellowed from across the street, courtesy of The Neighbor. And was the sentiment playing on repeat in my mind
(save a few select swear words.)
Yesterday, Coach attempted (again) to manifest a pathetic little light display. He shoved and mangled 2 lines of icicle lights and 2 net lights, into a bush.
But shockingly, when you connect and connect and connect, 2 different types of lights together...
they sometimes will not even light.
Light Lesson #1.
And shockingly (again) just because you leave that mess plugged in for 24 hours... does not mean they will magically RE-electrically correct themselves.
Light Lesson #2.
Therefore, this afternoon I dramatically declared
(in my head) "Bleep This Noise!"
I am perfectly capable of wrapping Christmas lights around a pole.
I can NOT drain a Three from the opposing team's Free-Throw line.
I can NOT put on an aerobic display of Short-Stop godliness on a baseball field.
and I can NOT be HomecomingKingFriendly (sigh).
But I CAN and I DID, string some Christmas Lights while simultaneously spreading some
Mother ##$@!% Christmas Joy.
2 colors, no less.
(please ignore use of Painter's Tape.)
Go ahead and Crown me The Queen of
"Doing myself a complete DiS-service because now my husband will never even try this again."
The entire process took 18 minutes
(actually timed for Blog Bragging Purposes.)
The most time-consuming part??
Photographing Coach's Lameness.
Photographing My Awesomeness...
and my Daughter's Grossness.
Deck the Halls...
And all that Jazz.