Okay, since ya'll got such a kick out of Al's antics over this past weekend, I've got one more tale to share, and this one ends with a little twist. A Puzzler, Click-and-Clack-the-Tappet-brothers style, for y'all to figger out.
(Do y'all listen to their show by the way? Car Talk? 'Cause if you don't, you should give it a try one Saturday morning when you're out running around in the car. Those two guys are HIE-larious -- you would LOVE IT. I promise!)
The lightbulb in our overhead garage door opener burned out about two weeks ago. It's not a huge deal -- we have another overhead light in the garage we can turn on when we need one, but turning that light on involves EFFORT, because the switch isn't particularly conveniently located, and frankly, I'm not all that into exerting EFFORT these days. So later in the day after Al had been out in that garage banging around installing my new depth perception assistant, I went out there to do something or other, and on my way back in, I flipped the switch of the burned-out light in hopes I'd find it fixed.
But nothin' doin'. Still deader'n a doornail.
I came on in the house somewhat - um - mystified, I'll admit. He'd been out there with a ladder riggin' up that stinkin' tennis ball - why hadn't he replaced the burned out lightbulb a few feet away while he was up there?
(I must point out that Mama's no shrinkin' violet and would GLADLY have changed that lightbulb a week ago except her husband doesn't believe pregnant women should EVER CLIMB ANYTHING. EVER. GET OFF THAT 6 INCH FOOTSTOOL, WOMAN! YOU'RE GONNA KILL YOURSELF! I should tell you my attic story from when I was pregnant with Bean someday. One of those classic tales about two stubborn mules living under the same roof. I'm just not sure I could make it as funny to you as it is to me. One of those "You had to be there" deals.)
"No new lightbulb?" I asked him.
He looked at me. And he smiled. I think he had one of those little sparkly things on his front teeth, even. *DING* Then he reached up and twinkled his nose back and forth with one finger.
"Oh! I'm sorry! I completely forgot. But don't worry, it's done now - I just did it Bewitched!-style. Go look."
But I did. I went out there and looked, and that light? Was ON, goshdarnit.
What the ...?
"HOW did you do THAT?"
"You saw me." He smiled with wide-eyed innocence, "I just twitched my nose."
He is so quick on his feet, that man. But I finally figured it out later. Can y'all?
What REALLY happened here?