During the Winter months, there is absolutely no moisture in our house. The woodburner evaporates any moisture in the air, plants, furniture, wood floor… well, you get the idea.
To put it simply: it’s the Sahara Desert around the house.
Example #1: Sparks literally fly when Rick & I kiss. (Oh, quit it with the *eww* and *gross* comments daughters o’mine.)
Example #2: Anything you touch has an electrical charge. The cats, anything metal, water, clothing… yep, it’s a friggin zap-o-ramma around here.
And I discovered exactly how powerful it is a couple weeks ago.
As a person of routine, when I get out of bed in the morning I will shut off my alarm clock, turn on the lamp and take 4 steps to the TV and turn it on (I’m a Weather Channel fanatic. Don’t judge). And when I touched that little silver button to turn it on, a spark ignited from my fingertip. Normal ouchies, but I didn’t give it a second thought. Until I came back from the kitchen and realized that the TV wasn’t on.
I didn’t put 2 + 2 together (I need coffee in order to do that) so I pushed the button again… nothing. I tried the remote. Nadda. I went back and forth for a few minutes but still no TV. So I sat at the computer (I was out of zaps when I turned that on) and enjoyed my coffee. Every couple minutes I would try the TV and remote hoping that some magic would happen.
After Rick got up and was properly caffeinated I announced that I thought the TV finally took a dump (it was only a couple years old, but had already developed a shadow on the screen that drove him nuts, so I figured it was possible).
So my wonderful husband asks the obvious question: Did you unplug it and plug it back in?
Yeah, I’m a moron.
My knight in shining armor performs this simple task and viola, we have liftoff. The TV is not dead, I just put it in a coma when I zapped it.
So from now on before I touch the TV from fear that I will zap the life out of it again, I make sure that something else takes the charge, like the thermostat or the doorknob or the cat.
OK, I wouldn’t do that to the cat. But it is funny to imagine the reaction.