In an interesting turn of events this morning, we had a power outage.
It takes quite a storm to out our power, considering the lines are buried.
When the power came on, our TV that has been on it's last legs for the entire summer (see previous post that I am too lazy to link to regarding Charming Windexing the TV to death and the resulting disagreement about what type of TV to replace it with--the free one in the basement that Hubs refuses to carry up or a brand spankin' new one from the local mega mart and not a small one, either, oh, no.) decided to work.
So, the interesting turn of events was not the power outage, it was that a power surge fixed the broken TV.
Never in a million years.
So, anyway, I'm off to the beach while my husband stays home and works his butt off. I'll catch you on the flip side.