We've lived in this house for a year now, and Kerry still can't remember where the light switches are. This is one of the hazards of moving so often - sometimes you can't remember which house you are in and where things are positioned.
I clearly remember waking up in Hawaii while it was still dark and trying to head to the kitchen for a drink. As I stepped into the dining room I stood still for a minute in the dark trying to remember which wall had the light switch so I could turn it on. In many houses, I have walked around in the dark feeling walls, trying to find the switch so I could see.
So, I was teasing Kerry this morning because as he passed through, he flipped the switch that turned on the light over the dining room table instead of the laundry room.
I pointed to the small light that is situated directly over the kitchen sink. "I'll bet you don't know how to turn on that light."
He pointed to a light switch on the wall which (as far as I have been able to determine) is not connected to any light or outlet in the house.
"Nope," I grinned. I pointed to the double switch in the kitchen. "Those switches are for the disposal and that light over the sink."
"What on earth is the purpose of that light over the sink," he asked. "When would you ever use it?"
"Well, if you want to wash dishes but use less electricity, you could just turn on that little light and not use the big, overhead light," I responded.
"Silly woman," he grinned at me. "I don't wash dishes."