These two words describe my first attempt at strewing my front-yard shubbery with Christmas lights. We’ve never had a house before; the most I’ve decorated is a strip of railing on an apartment balcony (aside from Christmas trees themselves). Another try will be required. Now I know why they spike the eggnog…
Dude, you should have been here to see me almost fall off of a 12 foot ladder. Not pretty.
Putting up a string of white lights in two front windows of an Edwardian house: pretty.
Slamming into the floor and dislocating a shoulder three weeks ago: not.
Yeah, no aerial stunts here or I probably would have done a face-plant…