Man ... I got bullied into pulling out the Xmas crap last night, and got the tree assembled. Daughter #2 is fixated on putting the angel on top and has been nagging me non-stop about it ... despite my explanations that we need to get the fucking lights on the fucking tree before she can cram the top of the tree up the angel's ass. All day today (once I got the tree back together after the cat had trashed it overnight) I've been working on getting the fucking lights on the fucking tree ... I was 2/3rds done when suddenly a set of lights WHICH WORKED JUST FUCKING FINE IN THE STORAGE RACK decided that it was not going to light at all once on the tree. So, I had to pull that string of lights off the tree and try to figure out what the FUCKING HELL had gone wrong. I still don't know, I changed out the fuses, etc., and it was dead. Hell, I even meticulously put the damn string of lights back in the storage rack (just to let it mock me by working there again). So, we didn't have enough lights to do the tree, so I look at the sale sections and see that Walgreens has a buy-one-get-one deal on 100-light sets, so I head over to pick up some. Of course THAT sale had ended yesterday, so I'm up at the counter in full Tourettes-esqe form about the damn sale, the damn lights, and fucking goddamn Xmas. I tell them to take back one of them (they were back to 3/$10) and trudge home with them. That was Halftime, and of course, my Bears are sucking shit today. The ONLY thing that has made me smile or laugh or feel OK over the past few days was watching the start of Swordfish last night ... the scene where the hostage blows up and the pellets blow the shit out of everything within a bock radius was FUN. If I get pushed much farther I may have to start making my own damn fun.