New Lightbulbs!

OK, I'm really not sure how a post about light bulbs in my bedroom closet generated 25 comments, Chippendale dancers and a movie contract :-), but with all that, I thought you might like a quick update.

I, apparently, contrary to my earlier comments, can NOT do anything I set my mind to.  I could not, for example, change those fluorescent light bulbs.  Not with a stool, not with a chair, not with a tool, not with some flair.

My lovely husband had to take them out of the sockets for me.  He assures me he does this at work "all the time," and was even able to do it in the dark.  I couldn't even do it with my emergency lantern on HIGH and a four-year-old whacking me on the legs with a plastic hangar while singing some mindless song about "Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack mom".

I did, however, find the right store to buy the light bulbs and I'm moderately confident I even got the right kind.  However, after teetering on the brink of a near-fatal fall onto a hangar-wielding four-year-old while trying to install them, I decided I'd wait for my husband.  It took him so little time and effort, it's not even worth mentioning.  He must have some sort of innate electro-mechanical aura that I'm lacking.

And he was just in time; I need the emergency lantern for my new refrigerator.  More later as soon as I dispose of the four-year-old.