It's been the kind of day where you don't even notice the extension cord that plugs the fridge in a working outlet. Two rooms away. The electrician said it didn't have anything to do with the father figure's resetting of the outlet, numerous times. But I'm not so convinced that they aren't in cahoots with each other. I mean, the guy wants to get paid doesn't he?
I discovered that toys breed if you put them in a cardboard box and leave them unattended. Mostly they make hodgepodge toys, mixes of random parts, none of which go with each other.
The insulation should be installed Friday which means part of our hobo existence will be put to rest as we put totes away in the attic. Not that we'll have a floor or anything. We know our place after all.