Dad is Mr. Do-it-yourself. Like, big time. This may or may not have had something to do with the fact that I found myself standing on the bathroom counter last week. Holding a light fixture that was unattached from the wall while Dad (who's also standing on the counter...and holding a board) cautions me not to touch those wires that are the only thing connecting the light fixture I'm holding, to the wall. Because apparently they could, ya know, shock me if I touched them.
Mom was on the other end of the counter holding the other light. She, too, got the instructions on how to not get shocked.
Perhaps I should explain... Plans, that have been tentative for quite some time, were officially made to re-do and enlarge mine and my brother's rooms. It was also decided that this would be a great time to cover the Sheetrock in both bathrooms with wood.
While all this was going on, an air compressor sat in the hall. Interrupting our lives with it's racket and graces us with it's obnoxious presence.
And it was a great idea. But how did I get roped into the job of light-holder?
All that said, the bathroom does look really nice now. :) But as I told Dad, I'm "pretty sure no one else does it like this". So you tell me. Does your family go through things like this? Or is it just us?
(This is one of those post where I just ramble for a few minutes and none of it makes sense. Pardon me, if I interrupted your life with an excerpt from my own. :) )