There's No We In Wii/I'm An Electrician Wizard

So, we ultimately failed last weekend. We didn't even get into the same room as the Wii.

The hubby played "Protect The Factory!" or "Where's The Medic!?!" or whatever it's called. Netflix sent me Fringe season 2.

We did both shower... So that's success in some form, right? We did not do things like put on jeans (too dressy! Where do we think we're going?) instead of pajamas and I'm pretty sure neither one of us brushed our hair.

Side note: the hubby's hair is getting long again so it's utterly adorable when he doesn't comb it. He looked so cute all weekend. Even when yelling at "noobs" (wait, is that how you spell that? Oh, wait again, who cares?) in a tone that made me stay in a whole other room from him.

I think we assumed that we'd play the Wii and have some couple time during the week... I did anyway... Because I am a moron, I guess. The hubby put in a ton of hours at work while I stayed home and tried to figure out why our toilet was suddenly empty of all water. That was a 2 day ordeal. Good news: the toilet now has water back in it. Bad news: it also has a leak that wasn't there before. Conclusion: Cannot deal with it anymore this week or will kill myself, my husband, and probably several plumbers.

I probably shouldn't say that "I" did anything there. I did examine it and find tools and kits and stare at it and check it and try this and try that (but not really - I did not actually touch any of the complicated looking parts) for the entire length of time my husband was at work.

Then he got home and spent hours upon hours locked in there trying to fix it. Which he could have easily done, had all the old broken parts not been completely rusted and impossible to remove. Pieces of the screws chipped away but not the actual screws themselves. No, they were holding steady. I'm pretty sure he ended up having to saw through them with random tools that wouldn't normally be used in a job like this.

I wish I was exaggerating. He literally got home at 5 pm (he gets up for work AT 4 AM every morning) and he was in there until past midnight. I don't know how long past, since I finally fell asleep. All I know was when I woke up he told me it was fixed and that I could use it but had a new leak. His tone made it clear that this was both the beginning and the end of the conversation. Message received my love. I just kept to myself how I was just gonna use the tiny other bathroom that we rarely use. For some unknown reason, that is what I did on Monday morning before discovering there was no water in the other toilet tank (the toilet at that time looked normal). I told the hubby later that thank God I didn't go in there and pee (not that I do that, because I'm still a lady that is all Skittles and bunnies, yada yada yada) but if I had, he would not get to come home. The horror.

I'm not a high maintenance girl, in my opinion, but I do REQUIRE indoor plumbing. Which we technically still have since everything works fine.

After that, I got to call my mail order pharmacy and try to decipher why they wouldn't mail me my med for migraines. Dealing with that, of course, gave me a migraine.

The kicker came yesterday, when I had to deal with the electric, or lack thereof. It kept going out, and about an hour after it finally came back on for good, all of our downstairs electronics (hi there, Wii!) decided not to turn on anymore and some of our outlets rejected electricity...

Turns out I am the worst AND the best electrician ever because our nice television (which is the one we never watch), the Direct TV, Wii, Wii remote control charger, and DVD/VCR player (oh yeah, did I just blow your mind again?) had no response to the power buttons on them. Not one of them showed any signs of life when I tried to turn them on. Triple checked everything was plugged into everything. Both sides of each cord - like where the Wii cord goes into the outlet AND where it goes into the Wii. Pushed the buttons. Nothing. I just about passed out.

I'd already dealt with an outlet upstairs by throwing all the fuses in the fuse box back and forth and hitting tiny green buttons that were techie-looking. Which had worked. I think. So, I figured it was the outlet not letting all my stuff turn on. Threw a bunch of other fuses back and forth in the fuse box and then went all smiley back and hit the power buttons... But you know, nothin'.

So I grabbed a nearby lamp, plugged it into the outlet. We have light. I have the control part of my electricity experiment. Maybe it was the surge protector, I thought. Plugged the lamp into every plug in on that damn thing. Lotsa light. No power when I re-plugged everything else back in. Maybe try another surge protector? So I dug around in a closet and found a spare surge protector (bonus for being married to a computer guy).

The lamp worked in that surge protector, too. Of course.

In fact, while trying to figure this out for OVER AN HOUR, the lamp ALWAYS LIT UP.

EVERY TIME.

*Bangs head against pointless entertainment equipment*

So, I just kept unplugging and plugging. I unplugged where each power cord went into each actual piece of equipment and reconnected. Nothing. Unplugged them all back into the surge protector. Tried other outlets. Other extension cords. Plug, unplug, hit power buttons. Repeat, repeat, repeat.

I did not do anything remotely new or different than I had been when I plugged them all back into the original surge protector yet again, and back into the same original outlet, and it all MAGICALLY started working. Did not do a damn thing different than I had already tried 10 times. But that is besides the point. YEAH! WOOOOO-WHOOOOOO!

And that is why I am the worst AND best electrician in the entire world. Thank you.

Dating will be resuming today, not necessarily against our wills but out of our control. Please, please, please, let us have a nice, relaxing, memorable date. The tickets are bought and plans made. We're ready! I think!