She suggested that since we would be moving the couch I should put up the Christmas lights.
It made perfect sense seeing that the couch would not be against the window for a few minutes. So I agreed.
So we take out the Christmas lights and low and behold, they don’t work.
I start checking our strands of lights for missing and broken lights. On the first strand I found a total of five broken lights.
Of course, as is the norm with Christmas lights, we had no spare bulbs.
Did I mention it’s the tiny shitty kind of bulb?
Anyway, I don’t remember if it was my idea, my fiancé’s or my sister @kptome’s idea to go buy a strand of lights at the dollar store, and switch the bulbs. We all agreed it was a good idea, so I sent my sister while I finished hooking up the TV.
So my sister gets back from the dollar store with a strand of 40 Christmas lights.
Perfect! I can have extra bulbs for next year.
Nope. I changed the five missing lights and surprise, surprise; it still didn’t work.
At this point I started holding up the old bulbs to a light so I can see which of them, if any, were burnt.
After this long tedious process I cane to realize that I had taken all but five bulbs from the new strand.
I changed a total of 35 light bulbs. I should’ve just put up the new freakin’ strand instead of changing 35 bulbs.
My fiancé insists that the strand wouldn’t have been long enough for our window. And well I just left it at that.
After all girlfriends; fiancés and wives are usually right no?
Why are Christmas lights such a pain in the ass?