Hanging the Star

The Man put up my Christmas present last weekend. He had some help from J since he was working with an injured finger. 

J was having a small heart attack because the Man was literally hanging out the THREE story window. He kept telling him to STOP and let him climb the ladder to drill the screws into the star.

Nope.

Not the Man.

He has to find the most dangerous way to do something.

I don't even know how he could reach those points.

I had to walk away.

And do you see the ladder RIGHT THERE? J could have easily reached those points from the ladder.

Grrrrr.

I love it.