Light of My Life

See, what happened was we needed new light fixtures. It always starts with something simple, don't it? Call me crazy, but I'm just not loving the dingy, tilted, gold and glass chandeliers that came with the place. As much as I loved 1992, I don't need relive it. You only need to be 9 years old once.

The first light to go up is the kitchen one. Not because I hated this one the most, but because it's the only one that won't require a fire truck ladder, harness, and liquid courage to hang.

It's simple, it'll work, and it never saw Hammer Pants in style.

Chuck's taking the lead on this project. And let the games begin...I'm watching American Idol and I catch a glimps of Chuck unpacking the fixture. I immediately regret my decision to let him work unsupervised.

I see him like this: Holding the base of the light and playing Greek Statue. I've said it before, I'll say it again. What an Adonis. And thus began the game "How many different uses can Chuck find for the glass bowl?"

Mushroom Chuck.

Safari Chuck. "What?! Ya'll never seen a fire fly??"

Breakfast of Champions Chuck (that'd probably be with Wheaties, not Corn Pops, but Chuck could use a few empty calories, so we'll forgive this.)

And Moses in the Reeds with Chuck. Jack didn't understand the urgency of being placed in the "basket". He wasn't loving the life saving gesture. It's clear to me that Jack would never have survived in Israel, being that he's the first born male and not interested in floating down the river to safety.

This is what happened unpacking light fixture number one. We still have to hang it and its 3 siblings. I don't want to know what he's planning. I don't. But I'll keep you posted.

1 comment:

  1. I found your blog again and am howling at Chuck's clever uses for your light fixture!


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