I took a picture for tonight's Monk Moment blog post, then I was afraid you would be distracted by the obvious dirt on the light switch plate and think THAT was what my Monk Moment was all about.
You silly thing. To think my Monkness would extend to things like dirt and germs. Pshaw.
This is the light switch just inside our front door. The far left switch operates the outside light, the middle one operates the ceiling fan and lights, and the far right one operates all the outlets down the wall of the living room. Including the television and satellite receiver, which take FOREVER to reset themselves if one is stupid enough to inadvertently switch it off while cleaning the light switch plate. Hypothetically speaking.
One (I guess actually two) of the switches stopped working a couple of months ago, and Hubby bought new ones. I'm impressed by anyone who can do household repair jobs like this without calling in an "expert." There aren't many repairs I would feel comfortable doing (but I suppose I could if forced to), and I absolutely abhor doing anything remotely involving electricity.
He bought the new switches, switched them out (I'm hilarious), and everything works as it should.
Except I have to walk past this every day. Several times a day.
I'm sure that, being a man, it never occurred to Hubby to see if they had any beige light switches. If they didn't, it would never have occurred to HIM to replace ALL of them, along with the switch plate face, so that they would match.
Trust me, I'm not going to nitpick. I won't even let him know I have noticed the difference in color in the switches. I will, however, be forced to get a screwdriver and even up those screw notches now that I've been staring at the picture for a few minutes. That will also have to wait until Hubby is gone, or I risk yet again giving him more evidence that he should have me committed.
For Monk Moment #6, I'm simply going to post the pictures and see if you can guess why this situation causes me to have a Monk Moment. It won't be easy, even for those who know me well.
The pictures aren't very good, so you may need to enlarge them to see the detail that drives me crazy. Leave your guesses in the comments section, and I'll try to respond and let you know if you're on the right track. The first person to guess correctly will win a fabulous prize. Or not.