Day OneHubby: (returning from work) Why aren't the Christmas lights on?
Me: Maximus was blow drying her hair. HONEY! PUSH THE RESET BUTTON IN THE BATHROOM!
Maximus: I'M NOT IN THERE ANYMORE!
Me: JUST GO PUSH IT!
Hubby: (returning from work) Why aren't the Christmas lights on?
Me: Because it's raining and that trips the invisible fencing that trips the breaker that shuts off the Christmas lights that worried the cat that killed the rat that ate the malt and we all live in the house that Jack built.
Hubby: Funny. Those lights take days you know. Just once I'd like to drive up and see what they look like.
Me: You do get to drive up and see what they look like. Tonight they look like we're Jewish.
Hubby: (returning from work) Why were the Christmas lights on when I left for work this morning?
Me: Perhaps you didn't explain to them the meaning of 'dusk'?
Hubby: (returning from work): The Christmas lights are on! Come see!
Me: KIDS! THE CHRISTMAS LIGHTS ARE ON! QUICK! COME DOWN AND SEE!
Maximus: IN A MINUTE! I JUST HAVE TO BLOW DRY MY HAIR!
*a favorite holiday Scribble