The Great Light Switch Conspiracy: Is My Family Secretly Made of Moths
I love my family. I truly do. They are kind, supportive, and, bless their hearts, they are also apparently in a clandestine competition to see who can leave the most lights on in the house at any given time. I'm starting to believe that the simple act of flipping a switch from 'on' to 'off' requires a physics degree, three years of deep meditation, and maybe a small offering to the Electrical Gods—requirements that are, clearly, beyond my nearest and dearest.