Give me a fucking break.
Light bulbs.
Really?
They have been around a hundred fucking years and all of a sudden they are some huge fucking problem?
Only in the minds of power mad and really ignorant people.
So of course, just like everything else, The Wifely Unit waits until the last freaking minute to panic.
About light bulbs.
I spent AN HOUR, listening to her demands about what kind of lightbulbs she wanted to panic buy at the last minute and I gotta tell ya, I have never, in my life, seen anyone more anal about what kind of lightbulbs they have to have.
They gotta be GE.
They have to be the EXACT ones that fit her specifications.
Flood lights for the recessed fixtures in the ceiling of the kitchen?
Gotta be GE, gotta be 65 watts and they gotta be BR40, whatever the hell that is.
Has something to do with the physical size or something.
Lemme tell ya something, those were hard to come by last year when I was looking for them locally.
Unobtainium actually.
BR 30?
You could get those by the truckload.
Now? The ones she had to have were $10 each.
The little appliance bulbs that go under the microwave over the stove, bought 16 of those because for some reason it just eats the little bastards.
Had to have GE 65 watt and GE 75 watt bulbs for the bedrooms and porch lights.
We spent $150 on fucking lightbulbs.
I told her she should just get used to the fact that all she is going to get when these are gone is the LED’s.
Oh no, get more.
Whatever.
Me?
Sheeit.
Is it dark?
Turn on the light.
It don’t fucking matter what it is as long as it isn’t dark anymore.
Because I hate loading mags in the dark, eh?