Now that I've implanted The Drifters into your head, I can tell you my story.
It's the story of a woman.
A woman to truly hates, with every fibre of her being, to nag.
But every year at this time, she found herself nagging.
"When are you going to put up the Christmas lights?" she would ask her hubby.
Then a week would pass without a response, and she would nag again.
"Are you going to put up the Christmas lights yet?"
Another week would pass as the neighbors colourfully lit up the street, but her home sadly remained a lone black hole.
Nag. Nag. Nag.
Well no more. This year she did it. She marched to Canadian Tire, purchased six sets of 25 light Cool White LEDs, six sets of white plastic clip thingys and while hubby was at work Saturday, screwed up her courage and went
Up On The Roof
Yep she did it!
At first she was nervous; but she pulled herself off the top of the ladder and onto the garage roof; scootching safely around on her butt, clamping the lights onto the eaves, trying her best not to look down.
And then it happened. She told herself "if others can do it, so can I".
So she stood up and walked around, fearless... it was wonderful! It was invigorating! As the unseasonably warm wind whipped her hair about, she even stopped to watch hundreds of geese in flight from her perch in the sky.
She was suddenly a pro... clamp, clamp, clamp. Twist the cord, lay them flat, encircle the chimmney. Up the ladder, down the ladder. Stomp around the roof, sidestep the goose poop, over the peak, down the other side.
What a fantastic feeling of accomplishment. Now she'll never have to nag again.
Well, at least about the Christmas lights that is.
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