The Brunette Lucy
When All Else Fails, Add Lights
The Brunette Lucy proves again that Martha Stewart she is not.
I’d thought ahead enough to check the strings of light to be sure that they were working before I began. What I didn’t think about was connecting them together. Turns out, there are “male” and “female” plugs. I’m trying to think of a way to put this delicately, so let’s just say my poor garland was celibate. I’m fairly sure my scream could be heard two towns over. That, and the torrent of curse words that seemed to flow from my mouth as if a dam had burst. Words I didn’t even know I knew spewed forth like molten lava, rolling gleefully and with utter abandon from my mouth. Aubrie and Elyse were laughing so hard, tears were streaming down their eyes. Then they realized that I was looking at them with steam coming out of my ears. They ran …
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Tamara Kells
8:56 pm on Sunday, December 18, 2011
May I borrow your daughter for next year? The Beast is beginning to look its age and my girls won't touch it. They don't want to electrocute themselves - again. Sigh. more ›