The light bulb in my walk-in closet burned out, so I took the initiative to fix it. I found another bulb, climbed up on a stool, and began unscrewing the light fixture. Except I wasn't supposed unscrew that thing. I discovered this important fact after I had completely detached it from the ceiling. I didn't see a bulb - only wires. Oops, I thought. Another mess up. I quickly figured out that I had to unscrew a portion of the fixture to get to the bulb. Fine. I did it, replaced the bulb, and attempted to fix the fixture. It didn't work. My primitive mind simply could not figure it out. I left the thing hanging by its wires and waited for my husband to take care of it.
When he came home, I showed him my good job. "Don't you know how to change a light bulb?" he asked.
I laughed. "No. That's why I keep you around - to fix my mess ups!"
He took a look at it, but he couldn't get it, either. "Woman, we're going to have to get a new house now because you botched this up."
"What?" That sounded a little extreme. "You're going to just leave this thing hanging by the wires so the next owner can deal with it?"
"Yep. Call the realtor."
(Fortunately, he was able to fix it after taking the entire thing apart. It was a project, but at least we won't be moving any time soon!)