The other day my washer exploded. Well, technically the outlet blew a fuse in its adaptor and said fuse caught on fire. And it wasn't a huge deal. My neighbor Ruth and I stripped the wire and put a new outlet on it. Being a Kabul housewife can be a dangerous profession! Admittedly, I didn't trust my own electric work and made Joey plug it in when he got home! He's still alive, so apparently I know what I'm doing. Here are some photos of the ordeal. And I went over the outlet with more tap than is shown in the final photo.
And our downstairs neighbor found a rat in her bedroom with her husband out of town. Joey took care of it. He swears he didn't mean to kill it.
2 comments:
you rewired your washer?? you're amazing! look at all these skills you're acquiring over there. out of necessity, genius is born, julie. ox
I too am quite impressed. Not sure I'd dare tackle that task! Why is Joey wearing a bike helmet to "catch" a rat? :) Love your blog and check it often. Miss you guys!
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