On 9′ Ceilings

14 December, 2010

I’m learning that perhaps worse than losing a boyfriend is losing a 6′ tall handyman. Currently accepting applications for one or both positions.

Today’s Lesson: Every Time A Smoke Alarm Dings, An Angel Gets Its Wings.

Look, Ma, no broken bones!

Or, what to do when your smoke detector’s batteries are dying, and it chirps every sixty seconds to remind you of that, but there is precious little (no pun intended) that your 5’2″ self can do to reach the 9′ ceilings, except balance four throw pillows, a coffee table book on the Rolling Stones and part of a flimsy, discount-store bought ironing board (and yourself) atop what was once a patio furniture table and hope that you don’t end up in the emergency room.


Tomorrow’s Lesson: Changing Light Bulbs, Changing Lives.

 

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