O.K., so my husband and I are getting ready for work and I tell him that I have called an electrician to come and fix our central air unit, and that he will be here later today. My husband, being a complete tightwad, tries to convince me that he can fix it himself. After begging him to leave it alone and being assured that he will, I go into the bathroom for my morning constitutional.

As I sit there gazing out the window across from me, I suddenly hear a loud BOOM and a blue arch of lightning bounces across the window sill. I sit perfectly still, thinking that perhaps our house had been struck by lightning. I yell for my husband to make sure that he is O.K., no answer.

Before I have a chance to finish up, ANOTHER brighter blast of lightning streaks across the bathroom window accompanied by a sound that resembled a transformer exploding.

Then it dawned on me......

I run out of the bathroom, with my panties around my ankles, run over to our bedroom window to look down at the central air unit.

There stands my husband with smoke drifting off of his crispy hair that is standing straight up on top of his head.

I almost went to the bathroom again standing there screaming, until he looked up at me with his blackened teeth to let me know that he was alright. His screw driver, however, would never be the same, as it was permanently welded to the inside of the air conditioner.