As I Type

This is too good not to blog.
As I'm typing my handy man hubby is wearing the hat of an electrician.

Hold on a sec. I've gotta go pull on some cord.

Okay... I'm back now.

Anyway... this marks two times in two weeks that our ac in our bedroom has blown sparks. The first time Joe thought it was because a wire wasn't grounded. (I'm not even really sure what that means, but I'll go with it)

This time however, "we're" not sure of the culprit for these sparks.

Joe's comments and commentary are priceless though!
As something falls, I hear "Oops! Gonna need that." "Oh....and that one too!"
or
"This can't be good" under his breath
or
"You might not want to put that camera away yet because you're gonna want a picture of this when it's done."

but my favorite of all came from the sight of this...

"I'm no electrician, but I did go to kindergarten. Who knows, maybe the colors aren't supposed to line up."

Thankfully we are wide awake because of the coke we drank with dinner. There is a "cool" breeze flowing into our bedroom as the problem is getting fixed. And we're both still in good spirits about it.

Might just have ourselves an ac working by day break.

oh dear... just heard "I'm about to get a little crazy with this"

scratch the whole ac by dawn sentence.