Remember that episode of Friends where Phoebe's smoke detector kept beeping, and she couldn't make it stop?

And remember how our house has ridiculously high ceilings and we don't have a big ladder?

This explains why my husband was balancing a ladder on two bar chairs.

I would have just thrown things at it until it broke.

But I've been there. At 2 am. Luckily, I could reach it with the ladder I had. Or rather, them. It was 2 am, I wasn't going to try to figure out which of the 3 it was, so I just yanked all of them down to deal with in the morning. At 2 am.

ugh, not only am I home sick, but I had to give up my Lords of Acid ticket because there's no way I could do that. Grrr. I had better be well by this weekend.

This is the kind of scenario which has let to my standing on a folding chair in high heels.

At 2 am? Kinky.

Not at 2am.

These are bad plans, people! Invest in ladders that reach your ceilings!

(Says the woman covered in fiberglass insulation and coughing because she just was crawling around in her attic trying to run a cable.) On reflection? Should really have put those wall jacks on the interior rather than the exterior wall, where the roofline comes down all small. So far, fail. But will try again, running the fishing line down in the other direction, although I am unclear on whether or not I'll need to drill to achieve that and if so, where.

Someone is wrong on the internet.

VACCINATE YOUR CHILDREN, PEOPLE.

Only in high heels?

But not from a nurse who tells you she's surprised she hasn't been arrested for her politics. t /crossover from real life. Great thing to tell a gov't lawyer as you are adjusting his IV of RAT POISON

I do need to get an extension ladder. Been entertaining thoughts of those telescoping ones rather than a traditional aluminum one.