There'll be a Hot Time In My Bedroom Tonight...

I can't believe you. You totally went there, didn't you? I was simply going to share with you the story of my lamp. But whatever, make assumptions.

So the other night, I was sitting quietly in my bedroom, possibly watching MI:5 or some other netflix goodness. I can't really recall what I was doing due to the trauma and all. Anyways, as I sat there quietly contemplating what Mr. Darcy and I will name our children, I heard this kind of pop, pop, fizzle. And I smelled this ooky burnt plastic smell. And I looked over and saw smoke. Coming out of my lamp. And the fizzing was sounding awfully like the sound of a fire that was about to catch. Not good. So I very carefully turned off the lamp, at which point the fizzing stopped. And I very carefully unplugged the lamp, very carefully walked down my stairs with the lamp, very carefully donned my shoes, very carefully opened the door and walked across the parking lot, and very carefully deposited said lamp into the dumpster.

The good news is that my house is still standing.

Also I have a new lamp.