Let There Be Light

I am known in some circles as both stubborn, frugal and a procrastinator.

For example, I still haven’t got that dent in my car fixed. At first, there was a method to my madness in that I did not want to get it fixed right away for someone to have dented it again. But now it’s been six months later. I should really get that fixed.

Another great example of this would be the fact that in my bedroom for the past two years, the only light at night would be my small bedside lamp which definitely didn’t shed any light on what is lurking in the corner of the room.

This is never a big deal to me during the summertime as there is enough daylight in the morning to scour through my dresser to find some matching socks.

But when the winter hits, it is impossible to pull open the sock drawer to find a black sock, let alone any sock at all! It is a mess of fabric inside that drawer which I can’t see and I just feel around for something that feels like a sock, walk over to the lamp to ensure I have the right ones and if not, you’ll find a collection of socks on my bedside table under the lamp because I left them there in frustration.

Considering this happened again the other morning, I finally decided to get off my ass and buy a lamp for the room. After hitting up four different stores with Mike, I finally settled on some four-lamp set from Wal-Mart. They have me by the hair on this one because:

A) The only nice lamps you can find come in sets.
B) I do not want one of those craptacular stand up lamps for $14 that everyone has (including me. I probably have three of them.) I want something that is timeless. Classic. Looks like Keith Richards puked on it back in the 70s.

So I ended up buying this four lamp set and I think the tall lamp is a little crooked but Mike didn’t notice a difference. I also have two lamps that I really have no use for so I guess I’ll throw one of them in my office?

But at least I can find a matching pair of socks in the morning.