Today Tony leaves for Chicago (side note, please do not come an rob me, that would just add to the devastation of this week. Okay, devastation is a bit much, but I have more to add to this little outlet tale) and wouldn't you know, something goes wrong.
Last night I tried to charge my phone - yes, my iPhone to be exact - the one that I was so excited to get and could hardly wait until after the wedding to purchase. See how that works, Tony gets wheels, I get an iPhone. But seeing that my phone wasn't charging, I jiggled the connection tot he phone, then jiggled the connection to the wall - because isn't that what people do, jiggle things rather than being more scientific about it. And then after realizing the jiggling doesn't really work, I found this:
I also might have made a shrieking noise when I saw the other outlet where my Kindle and lamp plugged into - oh right, well now I sound like a electronic junkie - again, please don't come and rob me - which scared the heck out of Tyson.
So what's a girl to do at 10:30 at night (yes, I was actually still up at 10:30, that's a major shock in itself, pun intended), well this girl calls her Firefighter Brother. Because apparently having the skills of being a fireman also means you know about electricity and outlets.
I mean, they are fire hazards right?
Of course panic sets in and all I can think of is how the house is going to burn down while I'm sleeping and that I'm a heavy sleeper and I won't hear the crackling of the flames, Tyson will bark and jump on me and Tony will lose all of his new suits. So I took pictures of our entire upstairs so I could tell insurance what was in our room. I also snapped quite a few pictures of my iPhone adapter charger thing for your viewing pleasure. I think you will be able to feel my panic with me.
Also, Tony told me he was going to take off the outlet covers and see what the deali-o was this morning before he left. And then I get the reassuring news that there was a spark and buzzing sound coming from the outlets.
So while Tony jets off to
FYI - Mom & Dad, this is your warning. Tony comes back on Saturday. Surprise.