Right, so I got in tonight, plopped myself down in a chair, and stayed there for a good hour. By the time I felt about ready to stand up the sun had gone down and my house was in utter darkness.
So I reached over to the wall where the switch to my landing light is (it's great - it lights up both upstairs AND downstairs in one foul swoop - multifunctional, environmentally friendly - just an all round perfect lighting installation. Genius).
Seems that the switch wasn't where I thought it was though. It's been there for the last eight months, so I really don't know what was going on.
So I just stood there in the dark, slapping the wall like a special.
It's kinda lucky I live alone.
After about three minutes I decided to broaden my search radius, and whadya know? Yeah, I found it. Little bastard was there all along.
*giggles* You're kinda funny.. :-P
ReplyDeleteHa ha! Well ta muchly for saying.
ReplyDeleteTragically, it's not intentional...
Just admit it.
ReplyDeleteYou're a spacker.
Yep! I think I am!
ReplyDeleteI'M A SPACKER AND PROUD OF IT!!!
Although to be honest I'm still not quite sure what a spacker is, but I like the sound of it. In fact, I just called another driver a spacker on the way home. Although mouthing it through the windscreen probably didn't have quite the same effect.