Sunday Gets Weird

 You're sent a string of pony lights.  You unpack them, but see that the lights are held together by the most convoluted twist tie ever.  Someone was either having a bad day that day, or had been chastised for loose twist tie work.

Then you sit down with what is supposed to be connected picture frames.  You have instructions (with pictures), but none --- none --- of the frames in the instructions are the same as the frames I spent over an hour yesterday filling.  I mean, really?

I even tried winging it: putting the frames together on my own.  I got exactly two screwed together.  There are a couple of frames I can hang on their own;  they don't have the holes drilled in them.  What does Charlie Brown say?  Aaaarrrggghhh.