Recently I decided to rewire the Casa so it wouldn't burn down on top of us. You would think this would be a fairly simple, though time-intensive, process.
Or maybe you, unlike me, already know better.
So far the electrician has been out to my house six times. Once to evaluate the house. Twice to rewire the basement. Once to rewire the attic. Again, to continue rewiring the attic. One more time to do some more stuff (I'm not sure what).
And he's coming back today.
The best part of having your house rewired (aside from the giant mess the electricians leave behind for you to clean up) is when the new wiring overpowers the old wiring and the ceiling electricity goes out all weekend. Notice I said "ceiling electricity." So lamps and TVs work, but you better get used to showering and cooking in the dark, because my bathroom and kitchen are death traps without light.
Last night I made spicy Thai noodles for myself, Diego, Hannah and Echo before The Bachelor came on. We had to pull a shadeless lamp into the kitchen so I could cook by the light of one bulb.
It looked like we were Romanian refugees.
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