Tonight, while wandering through the house we’re moving to, we noticed a pretty big problem. I’m sure it was the absolute top of the line when it was built 50 years ago, but it hasn’t been upgraded since. Which means the electrical outlets have only two prongs, no third grounding. I don’t think that’s even legal but I’m pretty sure it isn’t safe.
Ironically, I do know an electrician; I might have referred to him here from time to time. You’ll know him as Unionguy. I’m sure he would be more than happy to come over and take a look for me. Unfortunately, when I imagine him there it invariably ends with me mounting him on the living room sofa. Exciting, yet prolly not a great idea.
You know I’m going to ask for him help anyway. I’m a grown woman, I think I can control myself. Maybe. But I’m certainly going to spend the weekend getting off to fantasies of him controlling me, if you know what I mean.