Is it me? It has to be me.
I think I may be a mutant. How else do you explain that for the second time this week I found myself in the dark because the electricity had gone out. Clearly I have some latent power that is manifesting itself now and I have to learn how to control it before I hurt someone. I'll also need to find Hugh Jackman, you know, for company because he understands how lonely it is to be a mutant.* My X-Men name will be The Lights Go Out When She's Around Girl. That will look great on an action figure box.
It happened this morning, right after I got out of bed. This would not have been a problem if I didn't need to get up at the crack of too early, which is officially 1 hour before the crack of dawn. It actually wasn't so bad though. I credit my pioneer heritage and the thousands and thousands of emergency preparedness lessons from church (One month supply of canned goods - check. Can opener - um...). I knew exactly where my flashlight was, and I had hung up all those clothes from off the floor last night that certainly would have gotten in my way when trying to get to the flashlight. I have tons of candles (Note to self: get non-smelly candles. The lemon-rose-pumpkin spice combo you had this morning made your allergies cranky.) And there is something about getting ready by candlelight that is very days-of-yore-ish. I just pretended I was Emily Dickenson all morning. Except Emily couldn't have taken a picture of herself to document the moment**:
I like how my shadow makes it look like my other X-Men name is Her Alter Ego Has Super Human Strength Girl. About 30 seconds later the lights came back on and I avoided the inevitable make-up application in the dark fiasco. Behold the joy! (And the extreme Asian eyes. I am very Asian in the morning.):
You can't tell from this picture but there is a little bitterness in my heart because what you can tell from this picture is that my hair is pulled back. For 3 consecutive days I had managed to not go to work in a ponytail. I'm a world champion justifier when it comes to staying in bed instead of getting up early enough to actually do something with my hair. I had set a no-ponytail goal this week and I was killing it, waking up early and not only washing it but drying it and curling it. I know, astounding. But my streak was ruined today. By the time the lights came back on it was too late to dry my hair and I had to go into work with the dreaded wet pony. Curse my mutant powers!
*I turned on the tv last night while I was folding piles and piles of laundry and PBS was showing the stage version of Oklahoma! that came out a few years ago. Watching Hugh Jackman sing is truly delightful.
**Lisa was a little disappointed that I didn't document the power outage at work. I actually did take one picture, not realizing that the flash would go off (Alright, so I'm not the smartest girl. Stop laughing!) thus making it look like we actually did have lights. That's Areina in the background, dueling a wizard.