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.

7 comments:

Don Quixote said...

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

nailpolishblues 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].

themarina said...

Forget the lightbulbs. Candles baby, candles!

Miss Q said...

Don't even start on lightbulbs and height and changing them. I feel like a complete and utter moron asking taller people to change my bulbs for me -- especially this new place, with its high ceilings... oy.

I just told Liz that I'll probably leave soon enough because work shits me. We'll see how long it takes until she REALLY lets loose on the 'treat Rinna like shit' valve.

nailpolishblues 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?

Mark 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.

nailpolishblues said...

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