I mean, really... REALLY?! Should I be expected to telepathically know that I am not supposed to use the hair dryer while the outside Christmas lights are on (don't bother wondering why it is 5:00 pm Eastern and i am just now getting a shower)?! Is there some sort of connection I am supposed to make? Oh yes, it's called GFI, I believe. Mr. Nasty Rude-Head was muttering something about that as he went storming down the stairs to the fuse box (is that what it is?). I quickly tried to make myself scarce, but did manage to catch, "First the #$*%^ toilet and now the *#$%^ breaker!!"
I guess my cover's blown.
Oh, and just an aside... I do love my new haircut. Dry in 5 min (not including the aforementioned brief intermission)
My typical day? Two steps forward, eight steps, a couple of knock-downs, and maybe a nervous breakdown or two, back. Feel free to grab a front row seat as I wrangle pets, subdue teens, and torture a very tolerant husband.