I'd do well to remember that. Then again, I suppose I should have known better than to expect much from a day that begins with electrocution. Ouch.
I won't bore you lovely folks with the depressing details of my shitty day, but the electrocution part is slightly amusing. I've learned (the hard way) that I can't run the George Foreman grill at the same time as the coffee maker. If I do, it blows a fuse and we all know what happens when I blow fuses.
So, I reached out to unplug the coffee maker, and I'm not really sure where I went wrong here, but I got electrocuted. I realized what was happening immediately, but I couldn't let go. I guess it made a noise because George came running in to see if I was okay. I was fine, it didn't hurt so much as scare the ever living shit out of me, and the whole thing probably only lasted a few seconds.
But the real bitch of it? The fucking fuse blew anyway. At that point, any expectations should have gone straight out the window. Not for me, though. I held out hope. And bit by bit, that hope was crushed. What a shitty day.
Oh, I just want to give you a great big hug. So here: (((((((((((Hugs)))))))))))))))))
ReplyDeleteOkay, now that that's out of the way, seriously, how did that happen??? Did you grab the shocky part? Were your hands wet? And most importantly, what precautionary steps are you taking for it to not happen again (other than giving up coffee, which just let's admit it, isn't going to happen)?