I'm deeply in love with Maclin, but he's not helping me be the most rational, calm person. I'm not exactly thinking through situations before jumping to conclusions.
For example... Wednesday afternoon, I opened the refrigerator and noticed the light wasn't working. I closed it and panicked that it was broken. After a couple hours and decreasing temperatures in the freezer/fridge areas, I was sure.
Mom and I moved food to the deep freeze and David's beer fridge in the basement...and, when David arrived home from taking the Bar, I told him we needed a new fridge. Mom watched Big Mac and we ran out and purchased a new fridge to be delivered on Saturday.
Problem solved, right?
Nope. On Thursday, Mom thought it might be a good idea to check the outlet before the new fridge arrived. Turns out the outlet didn't work...so I called Sears to cancel the fridge and made plans to call and electrician today.
David popped over to our neighbor Sam's house to ask him if he knew of a good electrician and he offered to check it out for us.
TURNS OUT, the GFI on a near by outlet had been tripped. No need for a new fridge. No need for an electrician. Nope, I just needed to push the little button labeled "reset."
Cheese and Rice. Normally, I'm good at thinking things through. At the end of the day, I am thrilled that we didn't need to spend nearly a grand on a fridge or any money on an electrician; however, I am more than slightly embarrassed that I immediately freaked out.
Maclin's killing my logic.
It's a good thing he's cute.
(sorry for the picture of my thighs.)