For some reason, the ONLY new light bulb left in our house when the bathroom light burned out last night was 75 watts. Why we had a bulb of such outrageous wattage? I have no idea. But our bathroom is VERY bright. Despite the fact that I can now see EVERY TEENY TINY bit of dust or dirt, it is rather pleasant. It's kind of like being at the beach. In my bathroom.
I grew up in a Catholic family of 10 (that's 8 kids), was schooled in a variety of ways ending with a BA in English at UMW in the Spring of 2007. I married John F. Triolo two months after we were graduated from college and nine months after that gave birth to my son Jack, who is lovely. Twenty months after that we were joined by my daughter, Ann, who is wild.