This morning marked a glorious moment. For the first time in nearly 2 1/2 years, I dried my hair in our bathroom. Sounds like it shouldn't be a big deal, right? Well, it is if you've lived without an outlet in your bathroom. The sound of the hair dryer was music to my ears. Thanks to the future hubby aka handyman a la casa, we can plug electical things into our bathroom wall, which has us both giddy.
Hal inspecting the wires by which I mean attempting to not electrocute himself. Notice the fashionable light strapped on his head. He loves that thing!
Our nifty new switch and outlet. So pretty...
Hal did all the work but somehow that earns Rascal the down time.
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