Suburbia

I had really HUGE plans this year of decking out the house in all kinds of Christmas lights. We aren't putting up a tree so I have plenty of lights to use. I was really motivated one day so I started lighting up every one of our bushes, in colored lights no less. Our neighbors have only put up white lights. I think, because it is more tasteful. Anyway, we have a lot of bushes and after about a half hour, The Husband came out and, as I was working on the third bush, asked me if I thought I was overdoing it. I, of course, said no. But, Thing #1 and Thing #2 had other plans. So, I quickly undid everything, threw up a couple of strings of lights around our porch and promised myself that I would get out the next day to finish the job.

As you can probably guess, I still only have the lights thrown up around the porch, and it is driving me nuts. I mean, we can't possibly keep up with our neighbors' lawn mowing or fertilizing or gardening or sealcoating prowess, nor do we want to. But I really thought we could easily outdo the Joneses and their Christmas lights. But then again, I guess that is not what Christmas is really about. At least, not this year.