And one of us might be willing to risk that but the other is pretty convinced he would be ripped from sleep three or four times a night as someone poked him in the side and hissed, “Did you hear that? Did you hear somebody in the house?!"
The long and the short of it is, we don't have any outside lights and everyone else in the neighborhood has outside lights--including the annoying neighbors next door and the new ones across the street who don't even manage to notice a Halloween bag on their door for 3 1/2 weeks...but I digress.
And I should clarify, that we didn't have any outside lights.
At that moment a tiny voice in my head suggested that it might be good to consult Opie on this as he is much better with most things electrical but then I thought ‘Seriously, they're lights. How hard could it be to order some stinking lights? Plus I figured we might be nearing the edge of Opie’s Christmas cheer as he has already been a pretty good sport about dressing up like Ralphie for the Christmas card (more on that later, I promise!) and agreed to a holiday party.
So I found these adorable timer activated battery operated Fairy lights and immediately ordered two sets.
Anyone note the problem with the previous sentence? Because I didn't catch it until the lights got here.
And fairies, for those of you who have never seen Peter Pan, are tiny.
Not small, TINY.
This is the box they came in:
And these are the lights themselves:
Which was a complete disaster.
|Ok, yes, this is supposed to illustrate the knot|
but LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THOSE MINI BULBS.
Which convinced two rather ridiculous dogs that I was being attacked on the porch and needed their assistance immediately. Assistance that came in the odd form of hysterical barking and demands for treats.
Or do I pack them up return them get my money back and be the only house in the neighborhood without lights the rest of the Christmas season while the rest of the neighborhood jeers and points and laughs at us behind our backs?