Happy Father's Day!...Call 911

Only. Me.

I was just at my mom and dad's house for Father's Day. And...Okay, so here's how it happened. I was in the bathroom and I had this long pendant on and my hair up. And the fine chain got tangled in the fine hair at the nape of my neck. So I have my head down and I'm tugging it off to fix it. It gets looped on the nightlight plugged in over the sink. Comes over my head, down onto the light, and it's thin enough to slip behind the night light and...come in contact with the prong!

So the outlet starts spitting sparks and I--god love me in my stupidity--almost grab the necklace. Which is--mind you--touching two live electrical prongs. Well, I must have payed attention when Officer Safety came to my class because at the last minute my brain says: UM! YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO TOUCH THAT! Instead I grab the plastic face of the nightlight and tug. But not hard enough. So the necklace got down farther...more sparks and the outlet turns black. Right before my eyes. Like Satan's magic trick!

Finally, mid-cardiac infarction (it felt like) I got it out. It had ruined the outlet, melted my necklace chain and well, scared the shit out of me. Good thing I was in the bathroom.

So then we did presents and cake. Happy Father's Day, call the fire department. Jesus.

Only. Me.

XOXO
Sommer