Help,oh help...rarely do I ask for help but yesterday I was praying!!! My Hubby did a job that foolish me has wanted done for a long time. Good you think! Wrong,so wrong,it all went so wrong but then again there's an up side...no one was killed,I did not die of heart failure and the house is still standing. So maybe dear(term used very loosely) Hubby is right and I "over-reacted". Yah,right!!!

Here's how it unfolded seeing I seem to be making a long story out of it!!! Who me???? Heee,heee! Well,anyhoo,job was the range hood needed to be taken down and painted or cleaned up. I walked passed and saw Hubby starting to unhook the hood. Question,did you find the circuit? Don't need to! You aren't going to cut the curcuit??? Don't need to. My voice higher,you don't think it would be just a little safer to do that with the curcuit off? ...Nah,I'll just cap it when I get it down.

 I have a strong fear of hydro,being the target of several rather severe mishaps with it. I was knocked out while 7 months pregnant by a bolt from a broken heater,burnt by an broken appliance and once wired a ceiling fixture that didn't go well and I got hurt. So I stay back out of respect. My Hubby has wired all sorts of things and been hired to do lots and is a total wiz at it. But when you are really good at things you get into the tendancy of taking sort cuts. So still pushing for the safe way which was like talking to a stone...what if there's something that you don't know about? Let's find the curcuit... Oh Marg,let's just get it done,stop worrying. Ever heard that??? That is warning enough that you are going to be right and the man...ever so wrong. But... I was talking to a man bent on doing it his way. The totally unsafe way. Needless to say...all hell broke loose. Hubby started to lower the range hood that holds the exhaust fan and lights and it's an older one,quite heavy and then you hear it.... The unmistakable hiss of electricity warning you to take cover...RUN!!! Then the zapping and loud banging and the fireworks in the kitchen sparking and blowing from the ceiling to floor. There's Hubby still holding the hood looking at me. He's calm!!! I AM NOT! I ask...what do I do??? I flew for the fuse box and pulled the ones that stated they were the right ones to pull,could hear that the hissing and light works had not stopped. I ran back and asked what do I do...glad to see that hubby was not fried.YET!! He calmly says ...well if the fuses didn't work where are my gloves? Where..where...how the ..BLEEP did I know where the gloves where??? So off I race looking for the electricians gloves that might insure my Hubby was not cooked. So why did these not enter the scene when the job started??? Because he's a man. That totally explains it and I'm thinking this while tearing every thing apart looking for the gloves. Can't find them..race back to see he's still O.K. ,thank the powers that be and ask what can I do??? He's say the gloves would be good...I'm lossing it so I yell ..where are they???  He tells me and I am able to return and then the sparking gets worse and I scream....The house is going to catch on fire after you are electricuted!!! He gives me that look. That darn look of ...Oh come on, it's not that bad. This infuriates me and I take matters into my hands. I raced to the fuse box and pulled every darn fuse that I didn't know what it was. The place is quiet.

He calmly pulls the hood and caps the wires and I say,My god we couldn't just have pulled the fuse FIRST????? Then he says...get this!!! Why are you yelling??? MEN!!!MEN!!!MEN!!!! Why am I yelling???? Typical man thing to do and damn if they don't act like nothing happened. Then he goes to the fuse box and says...you had to pull them all?? Yes,yes I did..cause god knows why I thought it important to stop the fireworks before the fire started and then there was the little matter of you hanging onto a metal hood attached to live full volt wires...so yes I felt it necessary to pull all the fuses.  I walked away because killing him was starting to look like the right thing and I had to remember I was glad he didn't get fried.