It was a warm sunny day here in Texas. I decided to cook hot dogs on the grill for dinner. Ty watched eagerly from his couch full of stuffed animals as I shuttled back and forth from the kitchen to the outside patio. When dinner was finally ready, we sat down at the table. All of a sudden, poof! The lights went out without warning. No storm, no wacky appliance shorting out, just complete darkness and silence.
I told Ty to stay calm as I went to a drawer to retrieve a flashlight. I put the flashlight facing up in the middle of our dinner table and then lit about 8 tea lights across the counter. Once we had enough light, we enjoyed our hot dogs by candlelight. A perfect Saturday night date for me.
(The lights came back on about 90 minutes later)