The day rapidly went down hill. The kids were fussy and demanding. I had forgotten that setting up a fake tree is akin to sticking your hands, wrists and arms into a swarm of angry, sharpened clawed kittens. After hours of work, I was about 3/4ths of the way done when one of the strands of lights randomly went out. (You know, one a ways back into the tree, about an hours worth of work ago). I tried messing with all the bulbs, and then decided to change the fuses on that strand. Right as I was walking away to find the instructions, my tree slowly begin to lean to one side, then suddenly there was a SNAP and the plastic tree base proved itself worthless and my tree is now leaning against the wall in my frontroom. (Which has to be safe with a one and three year old running around, right?) I decided to focus on the fuses though, and ignore the fact my tree was now angled. I started looking at the boxes that the lights came in when I noticed a big bold warning box that read:
CAUTION:Um, yeah I can't help y'all. Bah Humbug.
PROP 65 WARNING - Handling the coated electrical wire on this product exposes you to a chemical know to the State of California to cause birth defects and other reproductive harm. Wash hands after use.
BAH FREAKIN' HUMBUG.
P.S. It's a good thing I have Thanksgiving to heal from this experience and hopefully I'll come back from Black Friday shopping with Christmas spirit anew.
5 comments:
I'm sorry, but that is hilarious.
I hate your tree. It sounds like a pain. I hated putting up my tree but at no time did my tree injure me or threaten me with possible harm to an unborn child. That is so NOT the spirit of Christmas ;)
Best of luck and I'm sure watching normally rational people duke it out over discount bedding and electronics on Friday will cure all of your bah-humbugs. See you tomorrow!
That is why I bought myself a fibre optic tree today, no lights to deal with....
Boo for fake trees anyway! one of the very few things Mike and I are actually on the same page about. Anyway I have such fond memories of the hassles of my dad stringing lights as I got older I couldnt wait for that night just to hear what he would say that year so maybe this hassle will turn into fond memories for your kids.
I noticed that same warning as I was putting the Christmas lights on our tree. Who knew there was lead in our stinkin Christmas lights?! I threw them down then refused to touch them again, so Adam got to finish putting them up. I'm glad the rest of your week went better!
Bummmmmmmmmer!! Note to self: don't let baby touch the lights!
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