Well, it seems my patience and marriage vows have truely been put to the test this year concerning the %*&#&*# 9 ft. Christmas tree! Sam is now napping on the couch after one more blow with the tree. I finished what I could of the lights. He will have to finish the very top.

It seems at one point when I wasn't watching, he decided to pull the lights yet again, and rearrange them in a different direction. Needless to say, I almost have them the way they need to be, even without the 4th strand of 100 or 150 lights. Whichever.

Sam will find when he awakes that the 4th strand he manually designed for the tree last year, are not working anymore. What I mean by designed here, is that my loving husband individually alternated red and white lights on all four strands of wiring, so that the lights would glow on this tree in perfect array. He did this just for me. No need for me to place an angel on my tree this year really. Sam is my angel. Everybody say, "aaaaah"...