So the Hubs asks me to stop at the handy-dandy electrical supply store on my way out to The Lake today and pick up some special lightbulbs and a switch. Being a man of few words, said Husband didn't elaborate, and so I didn't realize that they were for MY HOUSE. Yeah, baby. My house. And by "my" I mean "ours" of course. (No, I mean mine).
Kitchen, plus ceiling liiiights!
FIL puts bulbs in....
The Husband connects the wires, and I flip the switch