Tuesday, May 02, 2006

This morning the light bulb in my living room blew. This evening the one in my kitchen did. The moral? Sometimes houses are oddly malevolent. Oh well.

6 comments:

Don Quixote said...

You are conducting some sort of energy. You should try to focus on kiling one just by thought alone.

Shelley said...

Eeeeeeek no. I hate changing light bulbs [I have broken many on old fixture...ooops]. I'm not even sure how I'll change the one in the kitchen I'm just too short even on a chair [I use the table for the one in the living room].

Unknown said...

Forget the lightbulbs. Candles baby, candles!

Shelley said...

I've found a solution to the lightbulb - my dad's coming down next week so I was on the phone last night all 'Daddy...I need you to change my lightbulb...you made me too damn short!'

Oh shit. Though I understand the leaving thing. What are you gonna do? How much worse could she get with you?

Anonymous said...

Even on a chair? You are such a midget... go to K-Mart and get one of those pole-with-a-suction-cup-on thingos. Or a ladder.

Shelley said...

Maybe next time, Mark. It's way more fun to make my dad do it.