Replacing switch covers is easy, skye! The pretty ones usually come with matching screws, so you don't even have to hunt up anything but a screwdriver!
Unless they were originally installed by the same guy who wired Nutty's soon to be former apartment.
Now, now. I shocked myself (a) poking around with a screwdriver within the wall, after I had removed the switchcovers, and (b) while changing a lightbulb.
The former was a totally foreseeable shock, as I knew that the fuse was still on and the circuits were still live. (I just thought I was nimble enough not to get shocked! I was wrong.) The latter was a WTF wrong wiring, and I am not sorry to be moving out of that house. N.B. I will not be taking my lightbulbs with me.
It is hot outside, and yet cold inside. If I went outside, I could get iced coffee. If I stay inside, it has to be hot coffee.
Actually, it is Tuesday: farmer's market. I'll go for the iced.
Here it is currently 88, with 62% humidity.
89 with 65%. A third time I say blech. I HATE not enjoying being outside. It's so nasty, it may as well be raining (I'd be a LOT happier if it was).
I made the mistake of looking up the numbers from this past saturday, where it really did feel like a sauna, with good reason: most of the day it was in the mid 80s with 80-95% humidity. When it wasn't actually raining. You know the hot tropical rainforest exhibits? It was worse.
So at least it isn't that!
The humidity here is "eeewwwww" and the temperature is "freaking hot".
Someone just forwarded me an email essentially asking me, "is it OK if I do this?", and included a 50-message thread that's nested so deep that the messages are pressed against the right of the screen one word at a time. I wasn't CCed on any of the previous messages, so I have no clue what they're talking about.
So the answer's "no," then?
I think work should shut down whenever the heat index goes over 100.
(Why yes it is -- how ever did you guess?)
A co-worker just asked me if they speak English in Jamaica. I forgive him because he's a nice guy and is taking all my vacation advice.
Tell him they speak Jawaiian.
I told him they speak English, but that didn't matter since he'd not understand it anyway.
How can you not want one of these?
A co-worker just asked me if they speak English in Jamaica. I forgive him because he's a nice guy and is taking all my vacation advice.
When my (Canadian) mom was signing up for classes at a local college some years ago, the clerk complimented her on her english.
