I'd been thinking about ending it for months--planning it actually. It's clear we're all wrong for each other-our styles are so different. Even though we're the same age, its like we're generations apart. I knew it was wrong to keep stringing it along, but it was easy to ignore the problems, especially since I didn't have a replacement.
I'm talking about the light fixture in the bathroom. The very light fixture that heard all these rumblings and goings-on for the last two and a half years and decided, quite suddenly, it had had enough. AND EXPLODED. It literally blew itself to smithereens. Revenged itself all over the counter, the floor, the bath mat, into unnumerable crevices and seams of hair brushes and toothbrushes and soap dispensers. Better to dump than be be dumped.
Fortunately, no one was in there at the time so no one got hurt. But lessons learned are these:
#1 Don't talk about how you're going to replace that disgusting, embarrassing, and ill-conceived item in your house within earshot of said item, and not until you're really prepared to do something about it.
#2 Maybe, MAYBE, decided to heed the warnings on those light fixtures about how the ABSOLUTE MAXIMUM WATTAGE WITHOUT DAMAGE TO LIFE, LIMB, AND PROPERTY IS ACTUALLY, REALLY 60 WATTS, and don't put a 100 watter in there. Even if it makes the room look like the inside of a fastidious museum where too much light may damage the artifacts. That's okay, I'm like an artifact. And remember, this is the light in my bathroom, and too much light there may also damage my self-esteem.
And here's the new guy: