useful lesbians
Sep. 29th, 2002 11:55 amI live on the 4th floor and moved in here 10 years ago. My friends, Sherry and Lee live on the 3rd floor and moved in here about the same time. We've been buddies ever since. When they go out of town (which is a lot) I take care of their two cats. When I go out of town (which is nearly never) they take care of my two cats. Years ago we were out drinking one night and I accused them of being Useless Lesbians.
I can't get make up tips from them because they are not lipstick lesbians. And they don't know one end of the hammer from the other. So I asked them how in the heck they ever go ttheir lesbian cards to start with and they did admit to being illegal.
Anyway... a couple of weeks ago I went to turn on the lights in the hallway which I never use and I couldn't figure out which switch ruled them. They are wall sconces. The switch at one end of the hall turns on one light and at the other end of the hall a switch turns on the other. But, no switch seems to turn on the ones in the middle.
So I sent an email to Lee and Sherry asking them where the switch is. This morning, my doorbell rings and it's Lee and she's got on this grungy, old tool belt and announces "Useful Lesbian To The Rescue"! I cracked up.
Not only that, at Sherry's suggestion we put new bulbs in the two fixtures and voila - the switches at both ends now work all of the lights.
They made me promise that I will swear to their handiness when I'm called to testify at their lesbian review hearing. I'm sill laughing.
I can't get make up tips from them because they are not lipstick lesbians. And they don't know one end of the hammer from the other. So I asked them how in the heck they ever go ttheir lesbian cards to start with and they did admit to being illegal.
Anyway... a couple of weeks ago I went to turn on the lights in the hallway which I never use and I couldn't figure out which switch ruled them. They are wall sconces. The switch at one end of the hall turns on one light and at the other end of the hall a switch turns on the other. But, no switch seems to turn on the ones in the middle.
So I sent an email to Lee and Sherry asking them where the switch is. This morning, my doorbell rings and it's Lee and she's got on this grungy, old tool belt and announces "Useful Lesbian To The Rescue"! I cracked up.
Not only that, at Sherry's suggestion we put new bulbs in the two fixtures and voila - the switches at both ends now work all of the lights.
They made me promise that I will swear to their handiness when I'm called to testify at their lesbian review hearing. I'm sill laughing.