It was also a bad weekend to stand under a light fixture at my house. Like my own personal brand of bad luck, the ladder version of asking for it...
I helped Scotland hang up a fluorescent light fixture above my washing machine. I walked out from underneath it, and it gave way, violently crashing down where I had been standing only seconds before.
I was not pleased. Grateful to not have to go to the hospital for the groove it most certainly would have cut in my skull, but nonetheless, not pleased.
The next evening, my dad was helping Scotland with a different type of light fixture. It also came crashing to the ground, but this one shattered into a million and one pieces.
This one I didn't mind so much. It was one of those spendy eco bulbs, so that kinda sucks, but at least no one's life was in imminent danger.
*Sigh* So much for the home improvements...
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