π₯ Lights Out π₯
We have a lot of squirrels πΏ running around here - hate them little bastards.
They get into everything. We fixed the soffit so I don’t here them digging to get into my house, but every once in awhile they climb onto the power lines and then into the transformer.
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The power is suddenly out.
Seems to happen a lot on Sunday mornings when you just want a coffee and to watch a couple of shows.
“Want me to sing and dance?” Kathy asked.
“Uh. No.”
Of course, I had Ollie to keep me moving. We played tug of war with a Nerf toy that cost me $15 and now is simply a rope because he ripped the ball off it and stretched it to 10’ long.
All inside of 3 days.
Sat down.
Plugged my phone in.
“Something wrong with this damn charger,” I said. “I just freaking bought it.”
I looked up to Kathy laughing at me.
“Power is out, genius.”
Then she laughed again.
“Know how I remembered that so fast?”
I didn’t respond.
“‘Cause I just spent 4 minutes doing the same thing.”
Easy Sunday morning, I guess.
What did they do two hundred years ago.
“Turn the television on,” I said a little while later.
And laughed when she reached for the remote.
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