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Look at this cute, Christmasy house! So fun to look at and makes me feel all holly and jolly except when I remember what you don't see in this picture. You don't see Neil* hanging over the edge and me standing down below looking up helplessly, but very concerned. We spent an ENTIRE Saturday getting these dang things up. Actually, I didn't do a darn thing, but throw up an occasional extension cord and worry endlessly that Neil* would fall and break his neck. And the part where I threw up extension cords wasn't even that helpful, because sometimes it would take me (no kidding) about 8 tries to actually get the cords up on the roof. That part was quite comical and even got comments from a couple people driving by. I have a TERRIBLE arm. I would be laughing so hard about my horrible aim that my throws would just get worse and worse. We're lucky I didn't break a window, actually.
For those of you who don't know, I am terrified of heights. Or rather, terrified of falling - which requires you to be at a certain height. Even if I am not the one up high, I obsess and worry. My neck was sore by the time this project was done because I could not stop looking up. As if I could will Neil* with my eyeballs to defy gravity should anything happen.
There are a few imperfections to our decor due to many of the lights not working. Neil* got about a third of the way done with the lights when several just stopped working. We had to buy a bunch more, and start again. However, those new ones were wound up much tighter than our old ones and hung differently. Then there was a section on the right that just would turn off and then on when it felt like it. By the end of the night - it was dark when we finished - we just called it good. I think it turned out pretty cute - imperfections and all. By the end of the day, I was thinking that it might have been a pretty good deal to pay someone to put them up. I was so stressed out.
We'll probably forget by next year, though, and do it all again.
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