The more I hear about The Boy, the more convinced I am that he is ONE OF US.
It went like this:
"I shouldn't use an adapter on this plug, but maybe just for tonight..."
"What the hell? This outlet is UPSIDE-DOWN!"
[Me: "You've owned this house for 8 years and are just now discovering that?"]
[sounds of a screwdriver taking off the outlet faceplate]
"IT'S NOT EVEN GROUNDED!!!"
[Me: "I could die every time I use the vibrator? That is NOT COOL."]
[disgusted exit from bedroom, muttering about outlets and grounding]
[attic sounds]
[return, with a 3-pronged outlet thingie]
"WHO DOESN'T GROUND AN OUTLET?!?"
"Oh, yeah, check THIS outlet out NOW!"
[At this point I'm trying to sleep, so I mutter encouraging noises.]
And then eventually the a/c got plugged in and the room was cool. I was sad to discover the a/c did not have a beer tap on it.
I should clarify my post about EJO on the Muppet Show wasn't a direct response to Steph's post, but I think it still stands.
I think that would make my existential angst MUCH better!
Damn Tep, that's a lot of ducks.
It sure is. Congratulations on triumphing over them! I hope you can have a restful evening with The Boy and the sushi and the dogs and
nothing whatsoever
going wrong.
Damn Tep, that's a lot of ducks.
Right? They would all be annoying and worthy of venting and angst under normal circumstances, but when they happen (all of them, all at once) right after a death, that's just NOT FAIR PLAY.
I was sad to discover the a/c did not have a beer tap on it.
What? Take it back!
INORITE? Who lends a friend an a/c in their time of 90+ degree need and doesn't lend them one with a beer tap in it?!? Not on, man. Not on.
Sometimes I forget that he can make any simple project into a 22-episode DIY Network program. He actually REWIRED AN OUTLET at midnight.
I see you've met my husband.
That is TOTALLY what my DH would do, Teppy. That dialogue made me laugh so hard.
My "favorite" instance of that is either (1) the time he decided we could replace the garage door opener ourselves before his parents came to visit, which lead to us standing in the garage at 3AM, in the June Houston heat, or (2) the time he tried to "fix" things in his aunt's house, where we were staying after having moved out of our house, which resulted in having to buy a new ceiling fan and call out an electrician.
He's almost always right about what he's doing, but I wish it didn't happen late at night most of the time.
[Me: "I could die every time I use the vibrator? That is NOT COOL."]
You have a vibrator that plugs into the wall?
can he visit my condo? it's a nice place, but it's electrically *fucked*...he'd have projects up the butt. And we wouldn't have to remember what three outlets worked.
