Last night there was no electricity in my neighborhood from the hours of 6:30 and 11:00 PM. I'll do the math, that means I missed "24" and Jen rejecting Jerry on live TV. Uhm hmm, instead I became paranoid and a teeny bit smarter.
The first thing that went to my head was sheer paranoia that I didn't pay the electric bill. There I was sitting, reading over the mail, Extra was recapping Beyonce's Concert and ZAP! It was 1802 with no electricity. Did I pay that bill? It's amazing how quickly you can find your financial memory in a time like this, but when it was time to find a budget; I had no memory of where all the money went.
I did pay my bill and it did turn out after looking out the window, that the whole neighborhood was pitch black.
It is a bitch to find your lighter and light candles in the dark.
I don't know how people wrote great classic novels, back in the day when there was no electricity, by candlelight. Props to them. I couldn't read this month's InStyle, for the 10th time, by light of three candles. The lighter was brighter. (Rhyming!) Turned out the only pieces of paper readable by candles, were the Trivial Pursuit question cards.
I learned lots, so I guess that's what they did in 1802.