I flipped the switch . . .
And flipped the switch . . .
Nothing happened. grrrrrrrr.
Plan B. Extract retarded and extinguished bulb, replace with a more efficient one.
Simple, Right?
NOT. You see, changing the bulb wasn't so difficult, except for the part where you take off that nice little glass shade. After pleading unsuccessfully with the one man in the dorm to come to the rescue of several damsels in distress, I decided to take matters into my own hands.
After trying different random utensils to attempt prying it off, a friend joined me in teetering on the edge of the bunk. Without success we sent a "gopher" to find things like bobby pins, knives, etc. Finally our second gopher kindly brought me a screwdriver.
Count it up. Me, Friend, and 2 gophers--4 so far.
Now the bystanders watched us wrestle the shade off and then 2 helped get a different bulb.
I screwed it in, very aware of my dear pastor's wife/photographer in the room.
Total score__. You tell me! Here are some pictures.
Oh, forgive my appearance, I had just finished whipping an all boys team at a game of basketball with my all girls team--just thought I would mention that!!! Ha ha.
OH yeah!! me and Esther are starting a club. . ."Keep your pics flipped the wrong direction!"
HOPE Y'ALL ENJOYED THESE!!!
