Well, I didn’t ever intended to write about the safety of twinkle lights.
I never really thought twinkle lights were ever really that dangerous.
I mean c’mon…they’re twinkle lights! They have the word “twinkle” in them.
Well..they are twinkle lights until they electrocute the living crap out of you and then they are the lights of hell.
Ok, so yes, I am a colorblind, polish blond. And yes I tend to occasionally run into things or trip more than a normal everyday person does. I’ve accepted that as just being part of who I am. But….I can’t say I’ve ever electrocuted myself. Until now.
All I can say is… DO NOT EVER TOUCH A BROKEN BULB WHILST STANDING ON DAMP GRASS. Even accidentally. Because, let me tell you, that noise that ZZZZZZZZZZZZZPPPPPPPP sound, when Wiley Coyote gets zapped…IT’S REAL!!! I now know this. And I’m here to warn you. They can knock you down. Down to China Town. They can make you hold on to them until they are ready to let you go. You buzz on the inside. And your heart beats really fast and you’re really really tired like you’ve just run a marathon. And you just sit there. Shocked. Literally. LOL.
What I really wanted to talk about though… the tent. I built it. Went to the lumber store and everything. Drilled some holes and strapped on an old sheet. I thought it would be the perfect place to get out of the sun and hang out under the twinkle lights, I mean the lights of hell (for which I will always have some sort of freaky deep rooted fear of for the the rest of my life.)
You can find the directions here.