This About Sums It Up

For an entire month, I had a hate-hate relationship with the Christmas tree lights. The only "bright spot" - no pun intended - in the task of stripping the tree of its tangled lines of faulty lights, was this realization:

My life isn't (quite) as messy as this. Yet.

I could also add that this task was the precursor to the expansion of my son's vocabulary, but fortunately, he was too preoccupied with his Nintendo to eavesdrop on the ocean of obscenities that I unloaded!