I was super excited last night to have the apartment to myself.
Don't get me wrong. There's nothing I like more than curling up next to B on the couch on a cold winter's night. Especially a cold winter's Thursday night for all our favorite shows right in a row (Community, Parks and Rec, The Office, Its Always Sunny, and The League). Honestly, I try not to make plans on Thursday nights, because I love the NBC comedies so much. Can't wait until 30 Rock comes back!
Anyway, back on track. I was going to use last night to catch up on some of the shows B doesn't like, i.e. Parenthood. (Why is NBC so low in its ratings when I feel like all my favorite shows are on that one network?)
Then Mom called, and we started chatting, and I started cleaning, because I can't sit still when I talk on the phone, and rather than pace in the apartment back and forth I decided to be productive. I was pledging the woodwork - dresser, windowsills, etc, and decided to get behind the TV, which is always super dusty because I don't always remember to pledge there.
So I'm chatting with Mom, the TV is on in the background, I'm in the back of the TV with the wires and cables I have no clue about, and then suddenly, the TV goes black.
That's right, folks. I was dusting so violently, I knocked out not one, but TWO cables in back of the TV. And those are some heavy-duty cables. Obviously there are always more cable holes than cables, so I couldn't figure out where the darn things went.
B comes home at 10 after dude night at the new BBQ joint, and is mildly exasperated at my inability to dust without damaging anything. Hey. At least I dust! If he gets to snort when I trip over my own two feet as a klutz, he can't judge when I knock out cables as a klutz.