Harriet came downstairs to see Bud decorating a big Christmas tree.
'What are you doing?' She sleepily asked.
'Oh. I figured I'd get a big jump on getting the tree up since it's basically a huge struggle to get the lights on.' Bud replied.
'It wouldn't be so hard to get them up if you didn't spaz out so much while trying to get them on.'
'I'm sorry, but how is it that every time we dig the lights out, there's always that one teeny tiny light that makes all the others go out?! It takes forever to find that stupid light!'
'Yeah, that can be frustrating. And it's pretty funny when you look like you're about to have a full blown panic attack.' Harriet smirked.
'And then there's the struggle of having to get them on the tree. Which is why it's always a good idea to get started on this very early so we're not here all day!' Bud finished.
And so Harriet dug the lights out, and made doubly sure all the lights were working. Then she and Bud carefully put them on the tree.
They were very proud of themselves for getting it all done before noon. Then they turned the lights on. They were very pretty.
Until 1 minute later when they all blew out because of 1 faulty teeny tiny light that was remarkably easy to miss.
'I think I'm gonna start screaming in frustration now.' Bud said.