I left work early Wednesday to finish the Christmas lights (I'd been putting them up all week). All done! Tested, all lights came on, yay me! Feeling smug, I took the dog for a walk. About a mile away, my right knee gave out. Now this is a problem, as the wife is back in Iowa visiting her family, and the Numba 1 son is in Arizona with friends. After not quite 2 hours a cop pulls over, takes pity on me, and takes me home. After crawling in, I turned on the Christmas lights, made dinner, and sat down to watch some TV and just relax. Reached over, grabbed the remote, turned on tv...
All the lights went out throughout the house. Scrambling around for a flashlight, I go out to the breaker box & find every breaker on the right side of the panel was fried. Spent Thanksgiving in the dark (no one open that has parts). Spent Friday in the dark, while I ran around in Black Friday traffic trying to get 50 year old circuit breakers. Finally got the lights back on Saturday. Race out to the airport to pick up Numba 1 son from the airport, only to realize once I get out there my cell is dead (no power). What should have been a routine pick up turns into a 2 hour SAR mission.
<Captain Binghampton's voice> I could just scream.
MISCOUNTED¡...yes YOU and ME. ..BOTH¡..not together....understood...BOTH.
If it ain't broke, don't fix it!