Today we write about: Christmas lights.
Too soon? Nah. Plus, this Coldplay song is stuck in my head something fierce.
Did some painting and kitchen sink work today. Oh, and we finally got the medicine cabinet off the floor and onto the bathroom wall (where it will hopefully be safer from harm). The sink just needs a few more parts and it'll be all hooked up - maybe tomorrow night.
I need to get on my Christmas writing. Dad, if you're reading this, send me your words already! :)
His wife stood in the front yard being swallowed by her parka as she stared up at him on the roof. He gave her an encouraging wave which was not returned.
"You're sure this won't be a repeat of last year?" she called up to him. "And the five years before that?"
"Nope, I've got it all figured out this time around," he replied, adjusting the life-size Santa ornament so that it could be more easily seen from street level. "I promise!"
"But it looks like you have even more lights this year," she countered, eyeing the double string along the fence and the fir tree in the front yard that was struggling to remain upright under the weight of all its decorations. "Like, twice as many."
"That's why I have four backup generators going! Don't worry, sweetheart! It's going to be amazing!"
He climbed down the ladder and joined her in the front yard. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, he produced a remote control from his pocket and aimed it at the house. With a wink at his wife, he pressed the button.
And the power went out in the entire neighborhood for the seventh consecutive year.