And now, the moment you've all been waiting for: The correct answer was sent in by Lora Lynn of Walla Walla, Washington.
O-KAY, she's not really from Walla Walla, Washington (are you, Lora Lynn?). I have just always wanted to announce a winner like that. It sounds so official, don't you think? Why, I could be in radio, don't you also think?
Anyway, here's what happened. I turned that light on at the switch and nothing happened. I closed the door immediately, heck-bent on finding out why the darling man had climbed up that dadblasted ladder to hang up a galldurn tennis ball but hadn't changed the lightbulb located not two feet to the right of it. (Wow, that makes me sound like such a pill. I'm really not a pill. I was just curious. Maybe a bit self-righteously curious. But we'll just forget that part. Because they don't let pills be on the radio, do they? Oh wait. Dr. Laura.)
So I came in the house and asked the question. And that man. That QUICK, SMART, AMAZINGLY WITTIFIED man of mine - oh, I don't know how he does it - he figured out in a split second exactly what I meant, exactly what had happened, and he came up with that Bewitched! thing RIGHT THERE, RIGHT ON THE SPOT! And he knew it would work, too, because HE knew that the bulb, Yes, Lora Lynn of Walla Walla, the BULB in question, the one he HAD replaced, was an energy saving flourescent bulb which takes a minute to fire up and come on, and I'd given up on my sweet husband, and unquestioningly accepted that he was a no-count varmint/schlep, just like that, in a split second. But the bulb came on, I'm sure, just as my faithless, uncharitable, no-benefit-of-the-doubtin' hand slammed that door shut. All it needed was a second to warm up.
You know, I should really take a clue from that lightbulb.
P.S. T of TwithHoney also sent in the right answer. She's an engineer, y'all.
And now, because we had us a rollickin' good time with yesterday's puzzler, I'ma throw you a BONUS puzzler, as I solved another little mystery today and I wonder if you can too.
See, Chicagoland's livin' up to it's moniker, The Windy City, lately. I mean it always does, but the past few days have been especially blustery. Today's winds are gusting up to 40 MPH. That's some serious wind, people. Like blow-neighbor-Nicki's-boys'-HUGE-basketball-goal-over-not-once-but-twice-so-far-today windy. Find-your-line-dried-nightgown-tangled-up-inna-bushes-two-houses-down-and-not-even-be-slightly-mortified-by-this-turn-of-events windy.
Well, on really windy days, a strange thing happens around here. The water. In my household potties. It ... well ... it sways.
So, do y'all know why it does that?