Yeah. Hanging the outdoor Christmas lights.

I’ll be the chick in red, supervising.

That was a misspeak.

I’ll be the chick on the ladder. Mr. G, honey will be the spotter. That’s because, if somebody falls on their butt, he would like it to be me. I feel this in my heart to be true.

We’re doing this because we live in the Great White North, and it’s 57 Fahren, and the sun is shining. This is greatly preferable to it being 27 Fahren, and snow falling, and freezing all your little bits off later in November — maybe tomorrow — or early December.

That’s how we roll.

Sometimes.

Today only.

While the sunshine lasts.

If I have a little bandage over my avatar tomorrow, you’ll know why. Just sayin’.

Elen