Because they are the single most difficult thing in the world to remember!
Honestly, I’m nursing about 3 bulbs in my house right now and one of them was discretely “borrowed” from the laundry room downstairs. It’s crazy irritating. I cannot for the life of me remember to buy them when I go shopping! I Even went to the store with a list containing nothing but the word “LIGHT BULBS” and I found myself back at home with a box of Cheese'its, some candy, and an onion. Nope, no light bulbs. Worse, I already had 2 full boxes of Cheese'its (I like them) and I couldn’t remember why I thought I needed an onion.
Every time I turn on a light in my house I’m rewarded with the sickly glow of a single 60watt bulb. It’s all sorts of annoying. It’s like I’m trying to create ideal lighting for a mushroom farm here…
Wait a second...
Oh Good night! Has it come to this? Am I to become the next person in a long line of creepy creepy people who have discovered mushrooms growing in their apartments? (You know who you are …Frances and Tiffany)
My kingdom for a light bulb delivery boy!
Does anyone else find it ironic that the light bulb, the international symbol for “Idea” should be the one thing that I can’t force my brain to think about?
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