I never blog at night. I just don't. My creative juices don't flow until my morning cup o' joe. This however, is night blogger worthy. I share...
We went out tonight for a few and some din din with the Ayres', nothing fancy. Watched a little evening news, and lights out by 10:15, the norm. At around 11:30, per my internal clock, I wake up feeling toasty and warm. Not a good feeling when it's July in Texas. In my absolute slumber/sleep I make my way to JR's trusty Oklahoma tornadic-style wind tunnel/fan we sleep with every night and realize it's not on. (Which means one of two things---a)my husband has been kidnapped or the fan ran away, due to excessive use) Still not putting two and two together, I make my way to the kitchen, eyes closed, to get a fresh drink of water.
I find a glass, eyes closed, and open the fridge to get the filtered water. After aiming, or not, I pour ice cold water all over my feet, which in turn wakes me from my precious slumber and I realize there is no light coming from the fridge. I flip on every light switch I can make it to, and yeahhhhh no power. WHAT?!?!??!?????? My heart starts beating faster, the walls are caving in, and I'm HOT. HOT. HOT. JR somehow, stays sort of asleep/grumbling nonsense to me in loud voices.
I see mom called, and when I call her back she tells me the same, that they too are in the dark and that dad's home poker game has been called off due to lack of light. Poor dad :) Second night in a row his beloved has been cut short......sorry dad! ha!
I walk outside, still numb from my rude awakening thinking/not thinking that anyone would be like me and go outside in the very minimal clothing I have on. My t-shirt only goes so far.....make my way out, start dialing TXU to leave an angry residential outburst and boom....my neighbors and more. Neat, hey. I'm not wearing much. So neat. So embarrassing. What do I do? run? I "turtle" into my shirt, trying to hide the fact that I came out in public in a t-shirt and we start to hear the utility workers outside, ugh. LIGHT. ahhhhhhhh. a/c. my husband grumbling nonsense in loud voices.
See why this post was night-blogger worthy? Insane. Texas in July. no a/c. Thanks, TXU. Really, thanksss.
-disgruntled overcharged resident :)