For my friends who live in the same compound as Brian and I, this will come as no surprise...My house is trying to get me. Now, I'm not saying this in some crazy, schizophrenic, hormonal freak out. When you turn on the clothes dryer and a light bulb in the hallway blows up into pieces, one may think, "That's strange." And five minutes later, when you turn on the bedroom light to make the bed and the light bulb pops never to come on again, "Well, that sucks." You may be thinking, "Oh, Lauren, stop being silly, this happens all the time." NAY. And I'll tell you why I say, "Nay." Turning on a dryer should NOT make a light bulb blow into pieces. Ever. Are they even related in the wire-family that is behind the wall? The kicker is when you plug something in, like an iPad or alarm clock, and the ENTIRE house loses power. WHAT?! Knock on wood, but so far none of our gadgets have blown up yet.
I take all of these signs from my villa to mean: Get the hell out of Doha and eat some Mexican food and Whataburger. Oh, and buy more light bulbs.
I take all of these signs from my villa to mean: Get the hell out of Doha and eat some Mexican food and Whataburger. Oh, and buy more light bulbs.
