Christmas Lights Hate Me.

So the other day I noticed half a strand of Christmas lights were out on one of the buildings. I decided that I would go out with a new strand and fix them today. It was about 20 degrees out and windy but I figured it would only take a minute to do. I was wrong. The lights were all tangled up in the garland and removing them meant removing my gloves so I could have enough dexterity. So my hands were like ice. After about 15 minutes I had that strand untangled so I started putting on the new strand. They were a bit easier to do so I was able to keep my gloves on, which was nice. I then began to notice that this new strand was about 3 feet longer than the old strand which meant I would have to overlap it to make it connect with the lights that were on the other side of the building. At this point I was so cold I didn't care so I plugged it into the next strand and guess what happened? Only half of that strand came on. Because I was already on the roof I called my Dad on the radio to bring more lights. After about 10 minutes he brought them out saying that he "couldn't find them." So now I am really, really, really cold. Again, I had to remove my gloves to untangle the lights from the other piece of garland (like it mattered, I couldn't feel my fingers anyway.) Finally, I get that strand of lights off and get the new one back on. At this point I am completely frozen and I still have to hobble my way off the roof. I get down, go inside and shiver for at least half an hour. Later on in the day I happened to take a step outside and I noticed that another strand of lights are out on the roof of another building. Yep, Christmas lights hate me.