Electrician?

At this very moment, Scott is trying to change out the light fixture in the master bathroom. This adventure which is approaching the two hour mark has already had the following characteristics:

1. Bleeding
2. Cursing
3. Frustration at wife and children for our clearly non-electrician-like skills
4. The sentence that begins with "You'd think I'd learn..." I'll let ya'll finish that one.
5. At least one hole in the drywall which I have been assured will be promptly patched. I promise to post immediately when that happens. I haven't been able to discover any other holes because of the fact that it is dark and there is no power to that room for obvious reasons.

There is also a big nasty mess. It appears that I should go find a couch to curl up on and go to sleep. Maybe the mess will have disappeared and a new bathroom light will have appeared by the time I get up! Either that or Scott will have disappeared and I will find a stranger that we are paying to complete the light fixture in my bathroom. Just kidding! :-)