The Latest Transgression

I've been having a mini vacation. A precious homebound staycation. Hick has been away on business for two days. TWO DAYS! Two days of mud not tracked in, poopy eggs not washed in my sink, the sheet not pulled from under me so he can wrap up like a burrito, the quilt not over my head, my stack of pillows undisturbed by alien armage before I retire, no trumpeting farts startling me from a sound sleep. It's been a little bit of paradise.

Of course Hick made sure to leave evidence of a couple of his shenanigans for me to discover while he was away. The first was that goose head mounted on the garage wall. The second was the replacement of a living room light with a bathroom light. Nobody bothered to tell me, though his little partner in crime was well aware of the act.

I turned on the living room lights Tuesday evening to read a couple of bills. Huh. Seemed like the light was dark. Darker than normal. I thought, perhaps, it was due to the shades I'd closed to keep the setting sun out of the living room. But the next morning, I was still in the dark. I made that comment to The Pony as we got ready to leave for school. "It sure seems dark in here this morning. Something is different."

"Oh. It must be that light Dad put in. He made me do it on a stool from the kitchen. There weren't any of the living room lights, so he got one of the bathroom lights. The one that goes over the tub. It's a different size."

Indeed. And a different wattage. Seems like about a 20-watt. Not an indoor flood. Since Hick never reads, he does not see the need to be able to actually SEE inside one's own home.

There are none so blind as those who try to read by a tiny dim bathroom light.