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Phooey

So I braved the mobs at KMart today to buy unsexy nails from which to string the outdoor lights on the front porch. I found some in a nice little plastic box with assorted small nail sizes. Perfect since my nail supply has dwindled to almost nothing. So far, so good.

I came home and dragged the lights out. The first rule of hanging Christmas lights is to plug them in first to make sure they work. They did. Every last one of them.

I hammered the nails in and started stringing lights. It didn’t take too long, really. And it’s a warmish day out so my fingers didn’t freeze. Then the moment of illumination. I plugged in the lights and whad’ya know. Between plugging them in the first time and plugging them in the second time, something happened. About every two feet there’s a section of lights that don’t light.

You can be sure I said some choice phrases about that. Now I have to go brave the mobs again in the hope that there might be some lights left at the store and then I get to take down the ones I just strung and restring the new ones. ‘Cuz I’m just not going to stand out there on my ladder sticking a brand new bulb into 300 sockets to see which one is the dead one. Grrrr.

Posted on 12/10/06 at 03:06 PM
 




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