Courtesy of Rumsomething Petite Syrah

Welsome to my drunken ramble. I make no promises.

The other day I attempted to do some rewiring in our apartment. The lady isn't a big fan or bright light, so I bought an "easy to install dimmer switch" for our bedroom. Since she was gone for the weekend visiting family, I figured I had everything under control.

Somehow, though, I managed to completely disconnect our lightswitch from the light, and instead, set our clock radio to a dimmer, which, aside from some "party gag" level hijynx, lacks a certain funstionality. All in all, I am NOT an electrician. So I pulled my friend over from his son's (my nephew's) birthday party on Sunday to help me piece things out.

Short story, all is well, and I cashed in my relationship coupons.

In other news, have you ever wondered what happened to those little plastic trolls with the big hair once you leave them behind? They go dancing at The Uptown Lounge. (This is where a picture would make my blog funny, but, unfortunately, I have neither a picture, nor the knowledge necessary to upload one, so I'm gonna need a little help from the audience on this one.) Anyway, it was freaky.

In good news, my workload was a little overwhelming last weeek, so I got some helpers. (yay!) Originally (and I'm gonna need you to just go with my number s here) I had three "thingies" to complete in a day, which proved to be completely overwhelming. Now, though, with JV's help I have (frumroll)... Three thingiesd a day plus revisions on tghe old ones.


Good thing I'm wasted.





I love my job.








(seriously)