Ok, so as the Lucille Ball of erotic redheads I think there are some of you out there who can appreciate the start to my weekend.
After Friday's craziness I decide to postpone leaving for Folsom until Saturday. I bring home Sushi and pull out a movie to relax. I have a nice evening and retire to bed early. I decide to flip on the dishwasher as I go off to bed.
Once in bed I can't sleep, so I decide to riffle through my own personal toy chest, settling for one of my old electric standards. I close my eyes, relax into the rich fantasy that is a redheads brain. Midway into my erotic fantasy, a loud boom sounds and all the electricity goes off. KAPUT.
At first I thought all the electricity on the block was out, just MY luck - mid fantasy. I rise from the bed and look outside to a fully lit street. Curious, I walk out my front door (yes I put on a robe people) only to find neighbors lights and the outdoor lights are all on.
Seems I blew a fuse - how is that for some powerful redheaded mojo?
I go back inside to a black home and riffle around searching for a lighter. When I can't find one to light a candle, suddenly I begin to get a little scared, just like when I was a little girl alone in the dark. It's funny the things that can come up in the middle of the night - even as an adult.
I finally find a lighter and light a few candles. Great, now I have ambiance and no batteries. I am not going to the store. I find my way to the indoor breaker switches and trip them all - nothing. To hell with it - I go back to bed and fall asleep.
The next morning I awake to no electricity. I go out to the outside box and I can't get the outside breaker switch to stay on. I tell you - that is some old "toy" I've got. No wonder I am not remarried.
Now I can't go to Folsom, because I have to call for an electrician to come out and get my electricity turned back on. Thank GOD there is a Starbucks two blocks away. The electrician tries to tell me to just flip on the outside switch. I hate it when men treat women like we can't tie our shoes on our own. I explain that I have tried that SEVERAL times. The electrician has no idea what I will do for my first cup of morning coffee...
So he agrees to come out and take a look. I go off to Starbucks and stop by work to complete some leftover loan problems from Friday. While I am there, the electrician calls me on the cell "All fixed" he tells me. I go home and find the lights on ... and my toy vibrating away under the covers in my bed.
You know, you just can't make this shi* up...
Until next time-
C
