Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Last night, I was in the master bath getting ready for bed, when my Love starts yelling my name. "GET IN HERE!!! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!!!!!!!"
I open the door and it sounds like a mongoose is in my bedside table trying to get out. As I get closer, I realize what it *might* be. The second drawer down is reserved for items with batteries.
Opening the drawer, I pull out the culprit and throw it on my Love.
"What the hell is going on. When did you last use this?"
"Well, yesterday I tried, but the batteries were dead."
Do batteries regenerate?