Last year John decided to fulfill his duty and hang our icicle Christmas lights on our house. This was a simple job in our single story home. But now that we had a new two story house with a very high roof, this simple job became a life altering experience for him.
He borrowed the neighbor's sky-high ladder and climbed up with his arms full of twinkling lights. I believe he saw his life passing before his eyes because he hurried back down to reposition the ladder and asked me to hold it still. Unfortunately; in my 9 month pregnant state he decided I was not doing a good enough job that would ensure his safety to see his future child. He asked the 15 year old boy next door to help him instead. Several hours later we had a beautiful home with icicle lights adorning it.
I guess John feared taking the lights down the same way he got them up. So, he just grabbed on the end of one of the strings and yanked real hard. Down came the lights in a heap. Fast forward a year, that heap is in another heap at the bottom of the trash bin. The good yank that brought the lights down broke the delicate bulbs.
Oh, and we're now at $1,300 to fix the car. Anyone for $1,500?