I was sitting on my bed, reading the latest Newsweek (it's an all 9-11 issue, of course) looking at images of unspeakable horror and fire and awfulness and getting all sniffly over the people who lost loved ones, when I hear the loudest bang I've ever heard in my entire 23 years (and I've heard plenty of sonic booms). The power went out and, my heart thudding because who wants to hear A GIGANTIC EXPLOSION while reading about terrorist attacks, I went to investigate (accompanied by my mother who was woken up... I haven't been to sleep yet.) I saw the power thingie (transformer?) looked weird compared to the other ones on the street. A thingie was hanging off. Mama called the power company. It took them forever to come, but once they did, well, I drew a 3 act play (3 non-animated gifs) to show you what they did.
( stick figures, ahoy )anyway Boyfriend and I couldn't grill because rain (which also meant I had to take off my new wedges or they would have been ruined) but we had Chili's, which is almost as good.
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