bad bulb choice

Dennis needed light bulbs for his room. One of the two in his overhead fixture burned out, and I opted to buy more compact fluorescent bulbs, one because they are better for the environment and I am a closet tree-hugger, and two because they last so long between changes. We put these bulbs in over 3 years ago when we remodeled the room for baby Dennis. I spotted a two-pack for $6.44 at Wal-Mart and snapped it up. I noticed that it said 'daylight' on the package but this didn't mean anything to me at the time. I was feeling mighty resourceful as I climbed up the stepladder to change his bulbs all by myself instead of waiting for David. Imagine my surprise when I noticed that the light was BLUE tinted. Very odd looking. Sure, it's brighter in there, but the overall effect is very strange (his walls are blue, his rug is blue, etc.). Dennis noticed after a while and said "Mommy, come here" and I followed him to his room. He pointed up at his fixture and yelled "IT'S THE GHOST LIGHT!". Fans of the movie CARS will understand. Mater the tow truck yelled this same phrase as a news helicopter shined its light down on the town of Radiator Springs, and if you happen to own the DVD, there's an entire short film called Mater and the Ghost Light (very funny). Dennis continued to refer to his fixture as the ghost light for the remainder of the evening, making sure to tell his Daddy about it when he got home. It did not stop him from going right to sleep in there, though!

Dennis spent the day with Gran and Pop again, and this time they took him up to see Granddaddy. He says he had a great time. I almost didn't know what to do with myself! I had a gig as a 'Free Sample Lady' this morning at the grocery store where David works, and I expected to pick up Dennis afterward, but I had 4 hours to myself because Dennis was still in Birmingham. I ran errands with David and then killed some time at Wal-Mart until they returned. I have to be the sausage-sample chick again tomorrow morning as well, something I volunteered for to get some extra cash (David's suggestion) for our upcoming cruise. Not a bad deal, though I admit that I'm a little sick of the scent of frying smoked sausage.