The tree is up. The lights were their usual pain in the butt, but this year I had help!
Normally, I do the tree on my own as my boys (hubby included) always hated the process. My future daughter-in-law, on the other hand, normally helps her mom set up their tree in Germany and so she wanted to help me with mine. Where the girl goes, the boy goes so I had two helpers with the assembly of the tree.
The hubby will gravitate towards groups so once the hockey game on TV was over, he came to help too. He did battle with the lights that were not working (he had to concede victory to 3 strands that refused to light.)
The youngest happened to walk by at the ornament stage and he stayed to help with that. So this year I got to tell the stories of where all the ornaments came from instead of reliving it all by myself. Many hands make light work. (Pun intended).
Ginger, in the foreground, had not noticed that her “boyfriend”, in the mid-right of the picture, is back. She has now…cue sexy time music. Stupid dog.