We are getting ready to put our house up for sale for our move to Atlanta. One thing we're doing, is updating the light fixtures. My husband came home with six of them. "Do you want to put some of these up?" he asked.
"Do you want me to blow up the house?" I answered. Apparently he had forgotten how much trouble I had replacing a light bulb about six months ago.
"Woman, it's easy. Just watch."
He tackled the kitchen chandelier first. He pulled down the old one, leaving wires protruding from the ceiling. Then he did some cutting and scraping and connecting. Then he put the new chandelier up. Or at least he tried. He took a look at it and said a few choice words, which I won't mention on my G rated blog. "It's backwards," he explained.
Oh. I definitely would have never known that. An hour later, after many tries, and many more choice words, he got that thing up.
"Okay, woman. Now you know how it's done. You get to do the rest of them."